. Last week i bought 20g and got shroomed for the first time ever. I didn't get any visuals, but i thought it was pretty cool, though the next day i was pretty dissapointed with the lack of visuals. I planned that next time 30g should do the trick. So when the day came, the plan to munch 30g had escalated to 40g. I underestimated the effects, despite pretty much all my friends telling me that 40g was fuking crazy, even my mate leon who's done shrooms alot more than me.
So about 9:00pm last night i ate the whole 40g at once on an empty stomach, i started off feeling the same as last time except maybe a little more fucked, then me and a few friends decided to walk to the beach and look in the sea to start tripping out.
The beach was crazy, it felt like the stones were sticking to my hands and lumps wer coming out the sea. Then i realised, and this is the honest truth, everything that happened at the beach had already happened in a dream i had a few weeks ago, literally everything that was said i was certain i'd heard before, untill last night i thought that kind of stuff was bullshit, but now im sure everyone has of some kind of 6th sense.
Well when we finished on the beach i couldn't stop talking about me seeing the future, and i think i was getting pretty annoying. When we got back to the flat i got this sudden sense of paranoia, i was certain my mates where tryin to lock me out even though i know none of them would do that, especially when im tripping.
As the night progressed i started thinking my mates had some kind of plan, and i was sure someone had put some kind of water or something on me, it felt like i there was water all over my arms and it kept going away and coming back. I dunno when it happened but i started feelin really pissed off and i started shouting "WTF HAVE U PUT ON ME U FUCKING PRICKS", and "WHAT WAS IN THAT WATER".
Soon i was certain my friends where plannin something, i didn't know what it was but i was so certain it was almost felt stupid for me to think they weren't palnnin something. For some reason i just burst into tears, and i started talkin bout my parents and telling my mates they where all wankers for doing this to me, even though i didn't have a clue what it was, i thought maybe they had given me some kind of fucked up drug. I remember slamming a glass on the table and saying to my oldest friend there "You've been my mate for ages, how could u do this to me?, I might aswell just kill myself right now" , i started throwing stuff around luckily nuthin big, and i kept tryin to leave but luckily my friends stopped me, jesus if i'd have gone home i'd be dead.
Eventually i didnt have the energy, i just closed my eyes and started trying to sort my head out, this was the probably the worst part of the night, at one i actually seriously thought i had died and gone to hell, i thought i was gonna be crazy for life, if there was a gun handy at that point i would have put it to my head and pulled the trigger. I thought if i killed myself i might be able to get out of this hell. At this point i was tripping like crazy, everything was moving, the sofa kept bulging, and when i closed my eyes i was seeing demons and other weird scary stuff.
I dunno how long it took but when my head was almost sorted i was trying to talk to my mates but all i could talk about was complete bollox, that went on for an hour untill i could think straight, and have a good laugh about it afterwards. Now i think back im very lucky something serious didnt happen, the only reason i didnt get violent was because i thought my mates wanted me to get violent.
Oh and whilst all this was happenin there was this film called "Eraser Head" on, if any of u have seen this u will know it's the last thing u wanna watch on a bad trip.
omg this is the longest post i've ever made, i think i've missed a fuck load to, well at least i've got a story to tell people in my new college
