share your BAD experiences (story time)...

it was my first time ever to shroom, my 18th birthday, my first year away from home, in a land far away from home... i felt i was ready for it, my newfound college buddies tempted me to try them. so why not, right? i was 18, i felt like a big boy, i could handle it... oh how wrong i was.

everyone for some reason likes to know what tripping is like before they even take them. man was i in for a rollercoaster ride. for some reason they suggested that i take a full 8th (have never taken another full once since). so i did, and everything seemed to be going well. but then my stomach felt all queasy and my limbs started to feel like jello. i also had my video camera with me just in case i needed to record anything, which i didn't even need... so, sitting by the lake we all decided that we would go off to smoke, and i didn't want to carry my camera around with me. so a friend offered to take it for me. but realize by this point we were tripping pretty hard. their faces, which i will forever remember, reminded me of a horror movie. it looked like the kid was trying to steal the camera away from me. and that's when the bad thoughts started flowing...

i started thinking all types of crazy stuff... were they trying to take advantage of me because this was my first time? what were they trying to do to me? i just had to leave at that instant. we walked back to the freshman dorms, while i'm still coming up on the trip. we sat outside for a while, the other 5 guys just pacing with these devil smiles on their faces. i couldn't look at them, all i could do was cover my face in my lap and hope that everything would be ok. then i tried to interact with people around me that weren't on shrooms, and that really didn't work either. so i went upstairs and tried to lock myself in my room cause i was really buggin out...

my roomate came in, good thing he was experienced in shrooms... we were talking and i felt like i kept saying the same stuff over and over again, how this was just too much for me to handle and how everything was opening up. how i thought god was punishing me for taking such a thing... i even started crying because it was so intense... visuals were everywhere and i just couldn't take it. he invited me to come back downstairs to try to talk to all of them, but i explained that i thought they were trying to do bad things, what those bad things were, i dunno...

went back down anyway to try to sort things out, maybe things would be better. this is the ONE good thing that happened that night, i learned the wonders of tie dye. never seen anything so beautiful... anyways, i went back outside and they were still there. they all saw me and instantly stared at me, freaking me out once again. "do you want to smoke?" they asked. once they asked me that, i instantly got the thought that these guys were going to try to take me off campus to kill me and chop me up into bits. i screamed, "NO!", went back upstairs and locked myself in again, and just laid there wishing this bad thing would go away. i tried to sleep but minutes just seemed like hours. i just laid there and laid there, and eventually i went to sleep...

i woke up the next morning pledging i would NEVER do ANY drugs again...

 

Thats too bad. They should have made sure you knew what you were getting into before you ate the shrooms.

 

My first time on any psychedelic was shrooms. . .I had an experienced (she was 32, been shrooming since she was 20) sitter, though she didn't stay sober, she still was excellent. . .the trip had the potential to be bad, but I was just in awe and wonder (with a little guidance away from negative stuff)

Another good way to avoid a bad trip. . .sex while tripping.

 

I remember mine oh to well...it was last may i believe, i was really craving for more shrooms after my first one was so increadable!!!

So i happened to buy some from this guy who i was not to sure of, i mean he was cool, but i dont talk to him a whole lot. So anyhow i buy about little more then a half 8th, and i split.

After a magnificent concert beforehand(damien rice ), i thought i was prept for a good trip. I waited till bout 12 or so, and ate em up all at once. It started out ok, and saw some odd hallusinations while looking at posters on my wall. Like the peoples faces were becoming twisted and demented, but i did see a faint rainbow over my door. But then things got bad, it was the day of day lightsavings(or which ever one when we go foward an hour), and i was happening to look at my clock at 1:59, then it went to 3:00, and im thinking (OH HELL, WAS I JUST FACING THE CLOCK FOR AN HOUR!?!?!? WAS I DEAD?!???!)...i was freaked out beyond words, and i was alone, and also no one was awake...so i had no one to call on. I thought maybe i can sleep it off, but when ever i closed my eyes in the dark all i could see was death or some really scary spectors...i was awake till 7 just in a spin of disastor...

I think that the shrooms were laced with something unnatural...but oh well, one bad trip after many goods before and after is not the worst thing

 

a story about my 6th time(i never liked the number 6)
in december two months ago, me and my friend went to san francisco to stay at his sisters apartment for a night, and we really wanted to shroom. we walked to haight street and my friend shopped for a bong while i looked for some fungi. i passed this guy sorta sitting down on the sidewalk, and he asked me if i was alright. i got what he meant and asked him if he knew where i could get some shrooms. he said he could so i followed him down to the end of haight street, and into the golden gate park. he said to go wait on a log near the sidewalk so i did, and he came back with a cap and told me to eat it. i did, and he asked me how much i wanted. i said a quarter. he went and came back again and gave them to me and i gave him the cash. it looked to be about an eighth(is that how you spell it?) but i took them anyways. i met back up with my friend, then we went back to the apartment and ate the shrooms. we went back outside and walked to a nice park, had fun and talked about the wierdness that was approaching. for some reason i really wanted to go back to the golden gate park. we walked back and down to this pond(the whole time my friend was saying that this was shifty, but i didnt listen) and sat down and started to trip some. after a period of time(wasnt keeping track at that point) a group of five guys came up and one asked me for a ciggarette. i said i didnt have an extra one. so then he asked me for a dollar, and then two dollars. now, we had walked out on to this little peninsula, so they had us blocked in. i had an idea of what was about to go down, so i gave my friend "the look" and we both started walking. one of the guys swung and i was on the ground in a second. i saw my friends hat fly off after one guy punched him in the face, and the other four were trouncing me. im glad it happened that way tho, it was my friends first time. so anyways they were hitting me in the head with a skateboard and shit and then after about thirty seconds i got out of there and into the part of the park you could see from the street. i saw my friend walking out, completely lost looking, with a big gash under his eye. i grabbed him and walked to the street. they had taken his wallet but he only had 18 dollars in it, so not a big loss. we didnt want to call the cops beacuse we were tripping, so we went back to his sisters house and tried to pretend that we werent tripping, which was easy because we told her and her roomates that we just got mugged. i think they might have known because of our eyes, but i didnt care. i just wanted to relax and pretend it never happened. that was hard though because my was swollen to the size of a golf ball above the medio-carpal bone below my left ring finger. and it was all me and my friend could talk about for two days anyways. when i got back home two days later and went to the docter i found out that my hand was broken, so i got a cast. i play guitar in a band, so that kinda sucked having a cast on for a month, but after i got it off it was easier to play than before the incident for some reason. more good actually came out of the incedent than bad, because i learned alot, and it made me stronger, but it still qualifies as a bad trip. my 7th trip(the next one) was not strong at all, because we split a little more than a half eighth with the same friend and our other friend from junior high. but a buddy of mine recently got a half pound of some nice cubensis, so on monday night we each ate five fairly large caps and shroomed balls. after about an hour we went through a 20 minute long hellish confusion period(i think it was the turbulence of entering a deeper part of my mind) with crazy loud sounds that sounded like drills going up and down in my ears, i puked like four times, and eventually came back to the trippyness and had a blast for the next four and a half hours. tomorrow night is gonna be my 9th, with my best friend, and itll be his first. we should have a good time because theyre the same shrooms i had on monday(my friend gave me an 8th for helping split the hp into baggies) and the only thing that might bother us at the house are his dogs, but i dont think theyll be a problem. theyre sooo friendly and human-like. they sit at the dining room table, facing forward and everything. but yeah if you didnt want to read all that i basically got jumped by a small gang who broke my hand while i was shrooming.

 

Edit: nevermind, I don't want to talk about it.

Recounting the experience of an eight hour nervous breakdown that took a while to get over is something that I don't have much interest in discussing.

I've had many great experiences since then but the memories of it are still there. They just don't hurt as much as time passes... thank you, Time.

Never take too many mushrooms.
You have no idea how far into the depths of Hell the rabbit hole goes when you leap in too far, too fast.

 

i have only done shrooms like 7 times, and i had never had a bad experience till my last time.... cuz i got bored, not good, i was trippin with a friend, and he decided that his life was in shambles and "everything was just not good, not good at all" and that he had "to change everything, and get his life back" and he had "lost reality" and "couldnt remember where he put it, but he had to get it back", lol so he went and sat in a room, and after about 20 mins of staring at a black light, i got bored, i walked outside and the clouds were trying to swoop down at me, and i was getting pissed, so i told them to fuck off before i kicked their asses, and they left me alone, here's where it got bad, the ground was covered in leaves and seeds out of a tree, and when i noticed them, they werent leaves and seeds, they were leaches and fire ants, and they were all starting to attack me.... so i climbed a tree... bad move, outside by myself in a tree, i eventually climbed to the top just it case the leaches and ants figured out where i was, made a few phone calls while i was in the top of this tree (i was actually about 40 feet in the air, it was a HUGE tree) and then i dropped my phone, this wasnt good, cuz the leaches would get slime all over my phone, so i started climbing down, but when i was still about 20 feet (two stories) off the ground, i got stuck, and for the life of me i couldnt figure out how to get down, then this is what ran through my head "those fuckin leaches are gettin slime alll over my phone, im stuck in this stupid tree and i cant get down, so im gonna stay here and starve to death, and then my family is gonna find my skeleton, and not only will i be dead, but they'll be mad at me and ill be in trouble cuz i was doin drugs, AND THOSE LITTLE BASTARDS ARE ALL OVER MY PHONE!!!" i was stuck there for what i would guess was about 30mins, and then i started to go into a peak of the trip (when i shroom, the trip goes up and down for me) and i just jumped out of the tree, grabbed my phone, tip toed quickly across all the shit on the ground, and ran inside... where my friend was yellin at the TV for threatening him, lol... THE END

 

Jeezus... some people can't take it.

 

I hope you're joking. I wouldn't want to wish ill upon anyone, but when you have a bad trip, Orsino, you won't be laughing.