Story 40
hi, i got on to your web site and i thought it was pretty nice. good job.
anyway, i had a really insane, crazy, BAD trip.... but it wasn't from acid.
i've done acid about 6 times and i never had a really bad experience
(everyone bugs here and there, but i later found out that a bad trip was a
little more than just buggin out a little bit). i've done shrooms about 4
times in my life and the last time i did them, i experienced utter and total
insanity. it was a really bad day for me and my friend debbie. we were on
our way to oswego, new york (which is way upstate -- and we're from central
jersey) for a big phish campout. we were making excellent time and we would
have been there on time, except 10 minutes from where we were supposed to be,
her 1985 volvo overheated! we were stuck in a gas station for EVER. thats
where i bought the shrooms. the guy said they were the best he'd ever seen
and that they were really really potent. without hestitation, i bought them
and split them with debbie. we ended up having to hitchhike to the show and
get her car towed. we were with complete strangers. it was really hot and
humid out. we set up our tent and we got all our shit organized. it was
about 4pm by that time, so we decided to eat our shrooms. no lie - about 15
minutes later, i started feeling it. it was stronger than any trip - acid or
shrooms - that i had ever taken. i sat in my seat quietly for awhile, but
then i started to get scared. people's faces started morphing into horrible
things. smiles looked like faces of death to me. thats when i got up to
find someplace where i could get some privacy. i made debbie come with me to
this open field area. - which really was a patch of rough grass about 20
feet away from our campsite. everywhere i looked, i saw people. i saw
disgusting things that i knew must be unreal. i saw amazing colors and lots
of weird things in the grass. i could feel it breathing and i could see it
growing. part of the grass was purple. i tried to unbug myself by reminding
myself that it was only a posion running through my veins that was making me
feel this way, but i couldnt help feeling...well... HELPLESS. i wanted to
cry. at one point, i told debbie (who wasn't bugging out) that i wanted to
go home, call my mother, go to the hospital, and NEVER have anything to do
with phish again. i saw two girls sitting nearby that looked like people i
knew. i went up to them and explained that i was bugging out and that i
needed to talk to someone. they sat there, listening to the jibberish i was
spouting out. they tried asking me about myself, but all i could tell them
was that i was having a really bad time and i thought i was gonna die. i
ended up calling a friend of mine on my cell phone, but she wasnt home. i
talked to her older sister, which really made me feel better. she told me
that everything was going to be okay. its hard to keep your head on when you
are tripping face. eventually, i went back to the campsite when i calmed
down. the people that picked us up knew something was up. they asked if i
was feeling it and i told them i was bugging out. they gave me this slice of
honeydew that felt amazing in my mouth. i saw the most visuals i had ever
seen! at that time, debbie started crying. i knew that she must finally
feeling the same trip as me. i could tell she was really scared, so i
snapped out of my bad trip and tried to take care of her. everything after
that seemed a lot calmer. i went to the show that night and i had a great
time. the total time i was freaking out ended up being only 45 minutes or
so.