Got shrooms yesterday, for the second time. I was with three of my friends at one of their empty [parentless] houses. We each took 1.7 grams, and I was told they were 'killer shrooms'. Apparentally, this was true. After taking them we all got into my friend's steam room (it's a shower room that fills up with steam) and had a jamaican hotbox. After getting out, the first sign of shrooms I noticed was the vertical edge of a cabinet was wavering. When I left the room, my whole body felt very very strange, and my head was heavy. My friend and I laughed as the room breathed, and the darkened TV screen grew and shrank. I went down to the basement, and my friend comes down a few seconds later, and then something catches my eye on top of the record player - there's a 5 inch flame or so dancing on top of the wood. It takes us a moment to realize and we run over and its our lighter on fire. I blow it out, and my friend, Joc, picks it up. Plastic drips over the top of the record player, and suddenly it makes a bursting noise. I grab it and run off and throw it into another room. This was really stupid, seeing as it landed behing the washing machine. -.- We run out of the house convinced it may blow up. 10 minutes later we come back in, check on it, everything is fine and we go back outside. Our other friend Nicole comes from downstairs [she was on a mad search for where she left her clothes ] just as I'm saying to Joc "Good thing the house didnt explode." and she's like "WHAT? AND YOU LEFT ME INSIDE?" Whoops. Anyways. I became very uneasy and anxious, and unable to sit still. I didnt like how I felt where I was, so I'd move again to another place, and I'd be equally uncomfortable. I was also aware that my stomach didn't feel quite right. I started to panic on the inside, but kept a relatively calm exterior, remarking that I "needed to be happy" and "needed to calm down". Through this, my two friends were tripping balls but were quite content. The anxiety got increasingly bad, my heart was racing and I wasn't sure what to do with myself. So, I called my father. Yeah, I know, to most people this seems like the last thing you'd do while tripping out on shrooms. Dialing the numbers was hard. I asked him how he was, told him I was on shrooms and was feeling very anxious and to just "talk to me, calm me down, make me feel better". He said "I should be yelling at you right now." and I'm like "No.. pleasssseee" and he talks to me calmly about how he'd been napping, and asked me what I'd been doing for the past week and such. I asked him to come over, repeatedly through the conversation. Eventually, he agreed. The three of us sat on the front steps and I pulled out a cigarette for the eight time, never getting around to actually smoking it. I soon decided I was going to throw up, and went to the bathroom around the corner. My friends came with me too, and we sat on the floor. The flowers on the wall paper moved around quite alot, one of the more vibrant visuals I had that night. Throwing up was interesting. The bottom of the toilet grew and shrank, the water rippled. Throwing up wasnt as unpleasant as I usually find it, and I humorously began thinking of it as a game. There was bright turquoise in my vomit, that was peccculiar. My dad showed up soon later, and sat on the steps with my friends, playing with their dog. I was pacing in the front doorway for a bit and then got a hug from him. The anxiety I felt started to subside just a bit. I tripped out looking at all the bugs crawling on the stones outside. It was cool My friends went down to the basement, and I went upstairs with my dad. I got very very tired at this point, and felt "really really drunk, and like I have the stomach flu". I closed my eyes for a long time and curled up next to my dad. Half an hour or so later, my dad left and I went downstairs. Vivid visuals had pretty much stopped, but my general perception was very different than normal. Smoking some weed brought alot of visuals back. By this point, I was content, but lathargic and sleepy. Mentally though, I was very happy, and felt really renewed and as I described it then, pure. We talked and listened to Janis Joplin, smoked a bowl, made dinner, and crashed. I felt extremely drained. I'm not sure if I slept last night, I just kind of lay there for a long time. Anyways, that's my bad trip report
I know exactly what you're talking about feeling uneasy where ever you sit or stand or lay..so you just keep shifting and moving..its what happened to me when i did an 8th..but once i learned to cope with it i had an amazing time.. sounds like your dads a cool guy
Yeah, my dad is pretty cool. I was once like "I tried shrooms, dad." and he says "Oh yeah? I did those once." and I say "How old were you?" And he's like "Uhhh... 40? 45?"
