So I did shrooms with 3 friends, we all ate about 3g each. Everything started off fine (I did throw up right when it started to hit me but it felt good for some reason, not sure if I threw up any of the shrooms I ate though, but it still ended up hitting me like a train). Anyways, right in the beginning everyone else would be talking and I'd close my eyes and this feeling of connectivity would start, idk if anyone else has this but all separation would disappear and all of a sudden everything around me was ONE. The crazy part was that it was like we were all sharing the same thoughts. I open my eyes and they say "are you guys trying to tell me something!?" and right there we all started tripping hard.

We decided to relocate since we had been at this one spot for quite a while, but as you can imagine we'd take 3 steps and forget where we were headed and I guess all this confusion was too much for one of them and he just completely blew up. Like text book bad trips you read on the internet. I'm not sure what triggered it but it was like he was letting out all of his insecurities. He went off throwing everything he had at another one of my friends and yelling random stuff that made no sense to anyone. Tearing up and threatening to get naked... lol. Unfortunately at this exact time a random person appears and I won't even get into detail with that.

Now, call me a bad friend, but I was trippin balls at the time, most definitely not like he was, but his negativity was starting to find it's way into my trip. There was literally nothing else I could do to try and calm him down. So I just walked off into a huge park, found a bench and started listening to music. I eventually met up again with the other 2 and the one that was goin crazy had ran away lol. Couldn't contact him cause they had picked up all his belongings. We decided to head to our friends house and chill out for a bit. During this time we really got to start our own trip and realize the power of shrooms. It was like all 3 of us had the same exact brain pattern. I don't know how else to explain it but our thoughts were all one.

We eventually went back into the park to see if he was there... and we find him on a rock with his shirt off, sober, not remembering anything and talking about how he unlocked the code. LMAO.

THE END.

This is why you trip with a sober sitter. It's totally understandable that you wouldn't want to deal with a high-level freak-out while you were three grams deep, but your friend could have ended up hurt, arrested, or (if he happened to run into a trigger-happy cop), killed, like this poor guy.

No harm done though, now you've got a great story

Blessings
~ND

Great story,

I had a trip like that once with a group of friends. We had about the same maybe 2.5-3 grams each. One friend just lost the plot, nothing we could do to contain it and he just ran.

He ended up finding refuge inside a coin laundry industrial sized clothes drier. We ended up finding him later on that night after a lot of searching. You could see this guy from the street through the windows inside a this thing giggling like a child. The change of scenery obviously did him good.

Amusing stuff.