I've done mushrooms dozens of times, but it was never quite like this. I'm not sure you can classify it as a bad trip, maybe just an extreme trip. Anyway, it started out normal...things we're pulsating, everything was funny, colors were vibrant. Next I started to hallucinate. I could "see" the music, things like colors we're making noises at me and everything felt like whipped cream. Me and my roomate had piper at the gates of dawn playing and the music was generating medieval fantasy type scenery all over our apartment. There were people everywhere (not real people) and it was a happy vibrant experience. Me and my roomate fell in love with our window fans and decided to take them into the music...I almost destroyed my computer when I tried to climb into the speakers, and my roomate didn't even make it that far, apparently the fan cord turned into a infinite string which kept him occupied for a good 20 minutes. What happened next however was new to me. I was no longer hallucinating externally, but internally. I couldn't focus outside of my own mind, and inside all I could see were these weird irrational images that seemed to be compilations of things, ideas and experiences that we're some how tied to my identity but also seemed very old. I tried to draw it but the next morning all I found was a paper plate with scribbles carved into it with a steak knife. Anyway, the images wouldn't leave my head and it started to get frustrating. Just when I thought I was about to freak out, things changed again, and I couldn't feel my body. I came to the conclusion that my entire being was a virtual program running on a biological computer we call a brain. I felt like I was made of nothing except consciousness and could float all over the room. I felt like all boundaries had been destroyed and all that was left was energy. I couldn't even grasp reality if I tried, everything seemed to be caught in circular logic. The last thing I remember is feeling like my self awareness was unravelling, and then I woke up the next morning huddled under the kitchen table wearing snow boots and a sweater...and thats it...no socks, no underwear, no pants. Does anyone know why this happened? Was this a bad trip? Me and my roomate each ate an eighth which is about the usual for us, and we both had what we consider the freakiest experiences we ever had.