A bad trip that still haunts me

On my fourth or fifth mushroom trip I've ever had, I took my first full eighth.

It was me, my brother, and a friend of ours, and the setting: inside of his house with red christmas lights on the ceiling of his bedroom, a burning fireplace, and a movie so crazy I'll never forget the scene's that are burned into my head haha...

After a few hours into the trip, I'm tripping harder than the other two. I remember thinking a couple times that things might be getting just a little too intense - every single thing I sensed or thought of was starting to feel overwhelming.

During this moment, while we're in the middle of smoking a bowl, we saw flashlights coming up to the door and heard the infamous knock of the police.

I remember my mind kind of paralyzing itself after I realized that I was the only one who was 18 - in other words, I was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble, since I was an adult with minors.

Friend answers the door, talks to the cops, they stick their heads in and shine me and my brother with a flashlight for what seemed like a loooong ass time hahaha. I had a cherried pipe hiding on the other side of my leg where the cops couldn't see it...I was trippin too hard to think to put it down before we opened the door LOL.

Anyway it turned out that they LEFT?!?! In the condition I was in, I couldn't contemplate and understand WTF was going on. I thought we were all busted.

When they left my body got hotter and hotter to the point I nearly threw up...the nausia passed, so I layed on my friend's bed until I realized I was sweating so badly I had completely soaked his blanket within only a couple mins.

I end up having to repeat to myself that 'I'm not in jail, I'm not in jail, we're okay...' over and over again, I'm not sure for how long. I could clearly see the cop with the flashlight standing right over me, just staring...this is with my eye's closed, telling myself that I'm okay.

The craziness kind of wore off as the trip wore off...I drive home, go to bed...things seem to be somewhat okay...and here is where I have a really hard time explaining what happened. I was trying to keep my mind off of the whole trip, just think about other things entirely - when all of a sudden the trip would just crash in on whatever I was thinking about, and I'd see that cops face, hear this crazy maniacal laughter from the scary movie we'd watched...this is happening with a bright red background, from the christmas lights and the fireplace.

Every time I was hit with that mental picture and thought, I could literally feel this pain in my brain. Not a headache or some shit, but real MENTAL pain. I can't adequately explain it. I remember the first time the picture hit me it was so intense I shot up out of bed, breathing heavily.

I couldn't get to sleep for hours, and the more that picture jolted into my brain, the more worried I got. I was genuinely concerned that I had fucked my brain up. I was thinking about telling my dad what happened, I was scared shitless...

I eventually popped some sleeping pills and passed out...but this whole experience still lives with me. Every time I take not only shrooms but any drug that comes with an intense trip I get anxious and nervous until the trip really starts to kick in - the first little signs usually bug me out for some reason. It all started after that one bad trip.

Those cops almost fucked my head up and they don't even realize it. If I had been arrested I dunno if I woulda been okay hahaha...

Sorry for the long ass story, hopefully it's interesting to some of you. Anyone experienced something like this before? Any advice, maybe? I want to be able to take shrooms without freaking out. I miss the good trips I've had. =( And I really want to try candyflipping, but I'm scared it'll be too intense.

 

That's kind of scary! I am the kind of person who doesn't really have a problem with going to concerts or festivals on mushrooms, but I guess it depends on the person. I also sometimes speak with the police for a little bit of a thrill on them lol! I hope that your future trips don't involve any noosey cops!

 

did you ever find out why the cops came?

 

I have no idea, we were all completely gone when it happened - I have no clue how my friend managed to speak to them face to face and not go crazy LOL.

I think I may have heard them talk about noise. I don't know honestly...

 

Why the hell did your friend answer the door?

Ever heard of the special knock ?

I guess that is what sober sitters are for.
When the popo show up while I am tripping i am=hiding in the bathroom.

advice for you.
get a friend who lives in the woods, preferrably private property.
that would remove the fear from you substantially I believe.

usually when i freak out, these are in circumstances that my freaking kept the cops from coming....(on lsd) i pull every loud person aside and tell them to please be quiet and if they are paying attention to me when i try to get them to talk to me i am nice...but one of my friends who is just a real prick sometimes wouldn't pay attention for the life of me and i had to do the whole "WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP I AM FREAKING OUT"

usually that only happens when people are too loud or i think they are too loud though.

then i just decided not to trip around big groups.
too much of a hassle on my brain.

also whenever i smoke on psychadelics i have a wayyyyy better chance of getting the fear