shrooming in the woods (bad trip)

This is long as hell, but I was bored. If you're bored too, enjoy.

This is a story from a few weeks ago. First, a little about me. I'm 20 years old, a junior at the University of Florida, and before this trip I had eaten shrooms six times, the first of which was a year and a half ago. One of my friends in my fraternity (call him J) had, somehow or another, stumbled across a middle-aged lady living in Gainesville who grew mushrooms, and grew a lot of them (he told me she literally had giant bags full of them). Well he tried them out and had an amazing time, so we decided we would trip on the upcoming camping trip that our frat goes on every semester. The purposes of the trip are to 1) get a change of scenery and 2) mess with the pledges. The land is owned by another of our fraternity brother's (C) family, located in Northern Florida a couple hours away from Tallahassee. The plan to mess with the pledges included having a couple of C's very hick friends burst into the campsite at night with shotguns and stir trouble, stealing one of the pledges and making the others go look for him.

The plan was to drive up to the campsite early (leave at noon, arrive around 2pm) and trip in the woods before everyone else got there. C was informed of this and was fine with it. There were five of us total (the others besides me and J being P, E, and B) and all of us had tripped at least three times before. We don't get on the road until 1:00 and arrive at 3, only to find the gate to the property locked. We call up C, and he says he's about 30 minutes away. Having some time to kill, we crawl under the fence and walk until we are just far enough to not be seen from the road. Picture a vast field with tall yellowish grass and trees surrounding the edge of it, and a path created by tires that leads about a mile into the property to the campsite. In the middle of the field is a giant tree, which we sit under and smoke a few bowls, waiting for our friend to arrive. B is saying we should eat the shrooms now, and I tell them if they want to that's fine, but I won't do it until we arrive at the campsite, because obviously I do not want to drive my car while under the influence. Anyway, they decide to wait, which is a good thing because half an hour later when we call C to see if he's almost there, he tells us his father is with him.

We drive out to the campsite, which is a very woodsy area with a huge green clearing next to it. C's father stays at the site for about two hours, so we don't get to eat the shrooms until around 5:30, which we weren't happy about because it was going to get dark at 6. But we ate them anyway, all of us taking 3.0 grams except P (who took 2.0). These were incredibly potent shrooms, mostly consisting of caps, so we knew we were in for a ride. These things were nasty. Usually I have a hard time eating shrooms but these were worse than ever. Eventually I just started shoving them down my throat and washing them down with apple juice. I started feeling the effects after about five minutes, when usually it takes at least 45-60 minutes. P had brought along a frisbee, some balloons, and a kickball. We head out into the clearing and have a great time for about 15 minutes, feeling all discombobulated and weak in the knees like shrooms make you feel. We were enjoying the buzz, playing with the toys and taking funny pictures. We went around looking at trees and stuff, but then it started to get dark.

We went into my car to listen to music, the effects getting stronger and stronger. We stay there for about five minutes when suddenly I remember the fire that C's father had started. I figured it was about to go out, so I told everyone we should probably go throw some more wood onto it. We stumbled out of the car and the walk to the fire seemed like it took hours. I didn't really know what kind of wood to look for, so I grabbed whatever seemed dry and threw it on. This was the last productive thing I did for three hours. We sat down on the nylon chairs we had bought at Target for five bucks and my mind started racing. J was already flipping out, saying that this was too much for him and that we might've made a mistake. I tried to convince him that it was all in his head and that if he just relaxed everything would be fine, but he wasn't listening and he was starting to freak me out, so I got up and went to my car. By now it was pitch dark and we were at the campsite alone, as C had gone with the other couple guys who had arrived by then to grab some dinner at the nearest town.

I sat in my passenger seat, freaking out by now because it was so dark and I was in such an uncomfortable atmosphere. I knew I was safe in my car, but that wasn't enough. I put on my favorite song, Blue Sky by the Allman Brothers Band, and tried to calm down but it wasn't working. P came to the car looking for a flashlight and never ended up leaving. He sprawled across the backseat of the car and tried to talk to me, but I told him I didn't have the strength to answer him. By now I was having heavy visuals, and I've never had visuals on shrooms before besides streaky vision and blurred faces. The moon was shining through the trees in front of me, and the branches and leaves were twisting together to make evil faces that were yelling at me. They constantly were morphing, nose growing, ears getting pointer, grins curling into threatening scowls. When I closed my eyes to escape this, I saw bright patterns of colors that melted into each other.

The visuals I could handle, but what was worse was what was going on in my mind. Knowing that crazy hicks were coming at some point to scare pledges, I got caught up in the idea that they would instead come to scare me. What if one of them showed up, while I was sitting in my car tripping balls, threw me out of my car and started pointing his shotgun at ME? What would I do? It seems when on shrooms I always feel that I am the center of everyone else's universe-- that people are talking about me, pointing at me, trying to mess with me. I was terrified that a random hick who was familiar with the land would whisk me off somewhere and there would be nothing I could do, and I couldn't convince myself that this was not going to happen. I kept telling myself "you're on a drug, this will end, eventually everyone else will be here and we'll drink and smoke and have fun", but even the knowledge that it would end was not enough to keep me from flipping out now. I tried to explain my fears to P, but I seemed so detached from him that his responses were lost along the way from his mouth to my ears. I felt cut off from everything, hanging on to reality by a thread. I would trip heavily for a long period of time, then get a grip of myself for a couple minutes before another wave would hit me again.

Time was ridiculous. I felt like hours went by, only to look at the clock and discover it was only minutes. I wondered how J, B, and E were doing but was too afraid to get out of the car and see. Eventually I could see car headlights approach, one by one. I knew that everyone who was coming were people that I knew, but I was terrified nonetheless. It seemed like the headlights were shining on me and that everyone was standing behind them in the dark looking into my car and laughing at me. I had no idea how many people had arrived and that scared me. It seemed like cars were driving in circles around me, and I desperately wanted it to stop but there was nothing I could do. It seemed like there were 500 people there but there really must have only been 20. Later I realized that during that time, the only thing going on was pledges setting up tents to sleep in.

Although time had felt like it was going sooooo slowly, it was suddenly three hours later and I was coming down. P and I started having crazy conversations about completely random things, not really making much sense but understanding each other without any problem. We were laughing like maniacs and now I was extremely enjoying the body high. J, B, and E stumbled over to the car and piled in and we all sat there for about half an hour having great conversation and talking about the trip. The three of them had had a terrible time too, sitting in front of the fire with C and his hick friend. But now we were all fine, and eventually I had to pee so I got out of the car and realized all my other friends were at the campsite, and there was a keg, and lots of marijuana to be smoked. The rest of the night was amazing, but those three hours were horrible.

I don't know if the shrooms were too strong, or if it was the setting that made it so uncomfortable, but most likely it was the latter. We had planned to trip during the day, which would have been a lot more fun. One thing that had somewhat kept me calm during the trip was P's presence in the car. Even though I could barely communicate with him and it felt like he was miles away instead of right behind me, it helped having a presence there. At times I completely forgot who was with me, but I knew it was a good person and that helped me out somewhat. Also knowing that he had eaten less than me was beneficial, because he felt like a sitter, trying to calm me down.

Out of seven times shrooming, this was the only bad trip, but in retrospect I'm glad I had a bad trip. It allowed me to realize the full potential of the drug and of my mind. The mind is a crazy thing, and I now know that. The other six experiences I had were all amazing, and it took this one for me to recognize the true power of the brain.

 

Wow thats a long story.........i love tripping outside...way better than inside

 

I hate nighttime trippin, for some reason black is very very black to me and I feel lost in my movements and surroundings, usually sitting around a campfire with good friends is ok though, maybe with a more euphoric drug however, shrooms have always had a bit of a edge to them.

 

in a robots voice*to much for me , mistake mistake *


thats all i thought of the story

when you start feling weird just laugh


but it sounds as the ppl you were with were inexperianced
ive eating like 7 grams of some good and i was fine `

 

Definitely not, we were all experienced as I said... just a bad environment to be in, which can cause a bad trip.

 

Sucks that you had such a bad trip for those three hours. At least you had the car there. Glad to hear the rest of the night went well though!