Hello forum, i've been using this site for awhile and decided to write you a trip report on my first time doing shrooms.
Dosage: 3.5 grams
Setting: camping out by the river with 3 friends, full moon, clear skies.
Set: loving mindset, very calm, meditated,
After we set up the tent and put on some sitar music and set the camp fire, we took the shrooms. they were golden teachers and tasted horrible. My buddy took seven grams, another took five, and another took 2. At first i only took two grams, but after 30 minutes of not noticing much effects i decided to eat another 1.5 gram shroom.
After eating me and my buddy went to meditate on a bridge, the bridge was over a majestic river lit up by the glorious full moon. i could feel the energy from the moon and the river coming into me. After meditation we went back to camp and i started to feel the effects. I felt a little light, my stomach didn't hurt but it wasn't pleasant. We were giggling and just sitting around talking, a very good sense of love was in the air, like a father loves his child, everyone was very loving, telling eachother what amazing people we all were, group hugs, and just lots of love. One girl started to cry at the beauty of it all, it was amazing.
me and my bud went back on the bridge, tripping pretty hard, looking at the flowing river as if there was a giant sea monster about to pop out of the river. i loved it. my buddy was telling me what an amazing person i was, that i was going to do great things in this world. (the one who took seven grams was telling me this) he is a very spiritual/shamanistic person. He started talking to me about my parents and how even though my father left while i was young that he still loves me, and that my mother loves me extremely unconditionally, and told me that my name has existed for an indefinite amount of time, that there is a reason my parents named me my name. (my mother had a vision of her spirit guide that told me what to name me and my sister during pregnancy) i started to cry. the emotions were incredible. I grew so close to myself and my friends. I went back to camp and started thinking about my mother, and how i push her away, and how she tries so hard to do good for me and to help me and love me. i started crying again that i don't give my mother the love and affection she deserves. I wanted to be with my mom very badly; me and my mom are not that close.
This is when things took a turn for the worse.
One of the girls (the one who took two grams) was started to have a bad trip. My buddy was coming onto her really strongly, telling her that he would like to die with her and marry her, he was all over her too and i guess it was freaking her out. we took a walk and she told me she was scared of him and told me that she's afraid he would stalk her. (My friend is not like that, he is tripping on seven grams and the emotions are taking over his actions.) She then started to think that we are all trying to kill her, she started feeling her pulse and was asking my buddy if he put something in the water, and was always thinking he had a knife in his hand. She was convinced we were plotting to kill her. things got even worse.
The girl who took five grams got the bad vibes from her eventually and started to spiral down into a bad trip. she got into the tent and started rolling around and saying she is dead, and asking us not to kill her, just talking jibberish. She did not want any sound at all and anytime i tried to talk she would shush me and she turned off the sitar music and blew out the candles and just was being very crazy. I was not about to have a bad trip, i kept my good vibes and got into the car, because everyone else was just sitting there scared and quiet, and honestly i got annoyed. i liked the music, i liked talking, and i liked laughing, but they were sitting on the table being COMPLETELY silent and nobody was allowed to talk. so i went to my car and called a friend and put on some eagles and bob dylan.
I borrowed my friends phone to call another friend, and so i did. it turns out that he thought i was going to call the police on them because he thought i was scared, so he took my other five grams of shrooms i had left and chucked them into the river. i was really upset about this, but i realized that materials are not worth getting upset over, and Things come and go, and the shrooms will come back to me when i am ready for them again.
Eventually everyone calmed down and we just went to sleep.
Overall, it was a learning experience. Yes there were bad qualities but i believe the good weighed out the bad. I learned that shrooms are VERY emotional and VERY personal. they bring up things you push to the side and dont like to think about and help you deal with them. i learned so much about myself and the people i was with. I can communicate with people better now and i'm more spiritual.