This all started out in my sophomore year of highschool. I was 16 and at this point had only experimented with weed but was soon intrigued with the whole world of drugs. I eventually tried DXM from cough syrup and then some prescription opiates but what I had really wanted to try was mushrooms and see what all the fuss was with psychedelics. I was searching for shrooms for about 8 months before I was able to find a legit hook up.

Being my first time doing shrooms I was curious as to what the shrooms would actually look like in person. I saw pictures online but I wanted to see what they physically looked like.

When I met up with the dealer I was to purchase a quarter of shrooms. Me and “B” (the person I was planning on taking it with) were going to eat a whole 8th to ourselves each. I didn’t know anything about certain strains of shrooms and how the potency varies back then. I just wanted to buy an 8th for each of us because that was the dose I’ve seen people commonly recommend online on forums like shroomery, bluelight, erowid etc. The mushroom strain that the dealer had were called " psilocybin cyanescens". They grow pretty exclusively where I’m located and are 2-3 times more potent than Cubensis. Again, I’ll repeat this now. I did not consider the difference in potency of these shrooms. All of these suggested doses online that I saw recommending 3.5 grams for a first time is what I had thought was the normal. Little did I know/ understand that they mean 3.5 grams of Psilocybin Cubensis.

Anyways, I did not know what I was getting myself into. To this day I still believe this was one of my strongest psychedelic experiences, next to the time I tried mescaline. Crazy right? How my first experience with psychedelics was honestly the furthest I’ve gone down the rabbit hole. And I haven’t been back since…. Yet. In terms of potency the 3.5 grams of cyanescens that I had were equivalent to about 7-8 grams of dried cubensis just to put this into perspective.

So let’s get into it. It all started on a Friday afternoon. We had just got off of school and were ready for this day as we’ve had it planned for a while. For some reason I just remember cooking up some top ramen at my house and eating that about 1 hour and 30 minutes before going to B’s house to eat the shrooms.

My Mom dropped me off at my B’s house unknowingly of what I was going to get myself into on this evening. I brought our 8ths of shrooms and I actually also brought some salvia which we planned on smoking during the peak of our trips. Hahaha. For the first time doing psychedelics I sure wanted to make sure I got the most out of this experience.

There was a forested area by B’s home which we would smoke weed at when we would hang out. This is where we decided to take the shrooms. Anyways we smoked some weed and began eating the shrooms at 4:00 PM. We walked around for a little bit and came back to where we smoked and decided to wait for the shrooms to kick in before walking again. I do actually remember him wanting to keep on walking around but I wanted to sit down as I was already starting to get a little nausesous.

To go into detail here, where we were sitting was on a mound of dirt. It’s like one of those mounds of dirt that people ride outdoor bikes and do jumps and tricks off of. We smoked some more weed and at this point I remember we then got into an argument about saying the term "Dude, take the hit." As we were smoking and passing the pipe between the 2 of us. He said that it sounds douchey and not to say it, partially tripping I said it again and he got mad. “dude take the hit”. This loop must have repeated for about 30 minutes. We didn't even get to finish the fucking bowl. All these other trip reports I’ve read that talk about getting caught up in “loops” well this was just one of them and the trip wasn’t even started yet.. This must have basically been the whole come up before the shrooms kicked in. Yeah… “Dude take the hit” “Dude take the hit”. Just hearing those words over and over was giving me anxiety. It was just fucking weird. I was having thoughts in my mind about bad trips and honestly by now you should know where this is going.

After that whole “loop”, we decided it was time to smoke the salvia. I gave him the salvia container and as we were doing this the shrooms hit us very hard. I was already tripping very hard. And I was confused as to whether or not I smoked salvia, or it was just the shrooms. In my mind I was convinced that I smoked salvia when in reality I didn't. It was all just the shrooms. What really happened is the shrooms hit us like a freight train and the salvia got spilled in the dirt somewhere. We didn’t end up smoking salvia… I couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like if I did.

It took me a while before I realized that something was definitely right and that I was already tripping. One thing that I realized is that you really don't know how hard your tripping until you realize that the drug has taken effect on you and you’re already tripping balls. Being the first time taking any psychedelic too, I really didn’t know what to expect other than what I read online. The first thing I noticed was the massive change in everything around me. Everything was literally alien. That’s the only way I could describe it. The bushes and plants were breathing and glowing, geometric patterns were swirling around, colors were changing and everything was so bright. It did look like the 4th dimension. Like an alien enhanced version of this world except it did have any feeling or sense of being human at all. What I’m describing visually might sound beautiful but I can assure you that while I was experiencing this I was not having a good trip at all. The shift in reality was just too insane and I forgot that I had even ate shrooms at that point. I just thought that this was how things were and I had no clue what was going on.

While I’m there basically having a panic attack freaking out laying against this dirt pile trying to make sense of things B went feral on me. Like literally. He was acting like a complete savage animal. Not human. This guy was crawling on all fours looking down into a dirt corner. I tapped on him and he turned around and growled at me like a monster. Almost like Gollam, the feral being from lord of the rings. This freaked me out and unfortunately this is where my trip took a turn for the worse. He was so frightening that I began to think that I was trapped in purgatory with this weird demon monster for the rest of my life. He was completely out of it! He began eating dirt and crushed up leaves and spitting dirt everywhere while making creepy animalistic noises. “This is hell. I am in hell. I’m going to be here forever” I was thinking to myself. I just wanted whatever was happening to end because it was just pure terror.

Anyways he was freaking me the fuck out! The sky was turning like a dark purple, and the tree’s became very dark and almost black. Almost like it was reflecting on how I felt of the whole situation. Like some kind of fucked up haunted forest in hell or some shit. I began questioning if I this is what my life was going to be like forever. And I was SCARED FOR MY LIFE. This was the most amount of fear I have ever experienced in my entire life to this day.

I didn’t remember who I was, what time was, or that I even took any kind of drug.

From here I continued trying talking to B as normal as I possibly could but he would go wild/feral on me whenever I tapped on his shoulder. This really sucked because there was no one else there to help us having a terrible mushroom trip. I couldn’t depend on him at all. He just was not there. At this point I think I should mention that I did not discover until later, but it turned out that this guy did have a bunch of different mental problems.

Anyways, I remember going through another “loop” . I went through a series of events where I met some kind of a forest entity. I was instructed that I would have to repeat the whole cycle again of tapping B on the shoulder and him turning around and hissing at me but I would have to get a correct interaction with him to pass the loop. After my about my 3rd time through this loop dream cycle I realized that I couldn't accomplish the task, which was to say something correct to B. I thought that I was trapped inside a lucid dream and that my only way to get out of it was to say the correct thing to my B. Everytime I got back into that part of the cycle where I would see him I would say the exact same thing… I had no clue what this “correct” thing I would have to say to him was in order to pass the loop. Hopefully I explained this well, I understand that this may not make sense for some but hopefully if you’ve taken psychedelics you may understand what I’m saying here.

Eventually in this loop I remember going up to him again but this time I shouted at the top of my lungs as loud as possible. "BRING ME BACK TO REALITY!!!!!" I said this while beggingly looking at his face. Of course he must have had no idea as to what I was trying to say. Soon after this I realized it wasn't working. I wasn’t going back to reality, and I failed the task to pass the loop.

Eventually I fell into another thought cycle loop. This time what happened was I became a different person, someone who had just smoked salvia in their parents house and had a friend tripsit them while they sat down on a computer chair. I could hear the voice of the trip sitter saying "he's lost all touch with reality" and "is he going to be ok? should i call for help?" It had felt like i had been tripping in that alternate reality for a very LONG time so i began panicking more. I remember starting to yell out " I"M OKAY!!! WAKE ME UP FROM THIS !!!" because I believed I was that man who was tripping on salvia, and I was stuck in the trip. I'm not sure if I voiced that in my head or if it really happened when I yelled that out.

I began thinking I was an alien. I thought that B was too, except he must have been an alien from a different planet because he was still acting feral. I was acting somewhat civilized but keep in mind I really could've lost complete control at any second.

To go back a little bit where I yelled at him saying “BRING ME BACK TO REALITY” I actually remember he said "no its okay". In my mind though This began to infuriate me as I must have got that same answer at least 3 times from him. My mind started to believe that I was in a living nightmare that I couldn’t get out of, and he just didn't want me to wake up from it which is why he was telling me that it was okay. The forest then told me to leave if I want to wake up. I did not listen however and I sat down for a while. I think it’s good I didn’t leave that area because who knows what would’ve happened if I ventured out from there in that state of mind…

One interesting thing that I remember happening during this trip was, I began speaking in some language I have never even heard of. There was multiple times where during the trip where I forgot how to speak proper english, and was scared I wouldn't ever be able to speak normally again. But I began to speak a completely different language. It was almost like an alien language... I didn't understand what I was saying but it made since to say it and I was just saying it without thinking. B responded to me in the same alien language and I understood what he was saying, but I really didn't. Kind of hard to explain... We had a full conversation in this alien language but I had no idea what I was saying. My mouth was just speaking. This is very strange and I began to think that I was truly an alien after that. But isn't it weird that we both spoke some random alien language and understood eachother and actually had a conversation? It felt completely normal too….

I remember looking at my phone multiple times thinking that it must have been some kind of communication device for me to contact to get back to my home planet, away from this world. I looked in my other pocket and found my iPod. I remembered what it was and thought that listening to it and listening to some words would help me understand english again. It was a struggle to get my earbuds to plug in and to set everything up. I eventually gave up on trying to as I just wasn’t capable of doing so in this state.

B was still acting like a wild animal, eating dirt and hissing and making weird noises so I decided to just check around the immediate surroundings without going too far.

Even though I was having a bad trip, visually the forest was amazing. The visuals from this trip was the strongest I have ever had to this date. I remember hearing voices coming from the earth and everything was alive. I stepped out of my body at one point and was put on a different universe with an entity. He introduced himself to me. I couldn't remember his name.... I don’t know if it was a friendly entity or not but he told me my mission. My mission was to run through the forest as fast as I could. I stepped back into my and saw the forest trail talking to me. It was honestly pretty beautiful. I remember seeing a blue jay bird fly right in front of me in slow motion. I was able to see every detail of this bird as it flew right by me.

I decided to head back to see if B was okay. He was definitely out of it still and a couple times i was worried if he died or not. Thankfully I was finally able to convince myself that everything that we had tooken that day was safe. That no body has died from eating shrooms.

Everytime I looked at him I saw the exact same thing. His head was glowing, pupils COMPLETELY dilated, and glowing eyes. everything around him seemed dark, almost like he gave off a negative energy. I had forgot who I was during the trip and lost all contact with the real world.

Another interesting vision that I had during this trip, was that somehow I knew and saw that I was going to be in this exact same forest in the future tripping on Mescaline, with this same “friend”. The vision showed that it would be a trip that separated us apart for good. This became true. 3 years later. Almost like the shrooms predicted the future. Pretty crazy stuff. This can be a whole another trip report in itself if anyone would be interested in hearing it. It was a pretty crazy one as well…

We both peaked at the same time. Suddenly B snapped out of his feral reality and began to wonder who I was. I told him who I was and he was still panicing of course. I remember him saying “We’re going to have to start over” For that split moment in time it really did feel like we were going to have to start our lives over. I still didn’t know where I was and I was still trying to get a grip on what I just experienced. It just felt like I was just in the woods with this guy and we fucked up our lives by doing mushrooms. Now we had to “start over”

Nope. We both soon began to realize what had just happened and we both came down. He wasn't acting like an animal anymore and instead he was acting nicer than usual. I looked at the trees and the sunset while coming down and it was amazing. The comedown was very chill and relaxing honestly. I think it had that relaxing good feeling simply because I was just SO HAPPY to be back to a normal state again. we found all our stuff that we had dropped during the trip, such as the pipe, salvia container (WHICH GOT WASTED!!) his phone and lighter and stuff like that. I didn't lose any of my stuff. I had all my stuff in my pocket the whole time. We smoked a bowl of weed and went back to his house and played Skyrim which was just super calm and relaxing.. Yeah man, I was just happy to be back to what I perceived as normal and not in some purgatory hell from a different dimension with a creepy demon.

One thing I remember during the trip was pulling out my phone which seemed like an alien communication device and going on it just to try and think of what to do. I thought of going on twitter and trying to get information on who I was but I was tripping way to hard to remember any of my passwords.

Anyways, for a first shroom trip I got way more than I asked for. It was honestly just terrifying and I still never forget this trip. It was my strongest psychedelic experience ever. 3.5 grams of dried psilocybin cyanescens for my first time doing psychedelics. Cyanescans are nothing to be taken lightly!

When the trip was over I honestly wasn’t scared of doing shrooms again. Infact I was very eager to try shrooms again so that I could experience what a good trip was like. I’m so glad that I did give shrooms a try again because I experienced a good trip which showed me the good side of psychedelics. After I had that good experience it was pretty easy for me to put this experience behind me. I don’t know if it was because of this first experience, but I always take my psychedelic trips solo with no other people around to disturb my trip and find that I have the best trips like this.

After this experience I knew that I could never take psychedelics with him ever again… But, 3 years later I went against this. And the shrooms fulfilled it’s prophecy/vision that it showed to me during this trip...