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It wasn't the first time she'd done psychedelics. She did mushrooms for the first time about 2 and a half years ago, and tried acid for the first time a couple months ago. Both times before, it had been just her and her boyfriend. Both trips had gone well, and ended fairly pleasantly. They'd gone so well in fact, that when she heard that mushrooms would be available for a limited time that she jumped on the opportunity to get some.
To give you a bit of history, the first trip she'd ever taken was actually her first date with her boyfriend. Something about the freedom they felt that day and the connection they found with each other on their trip was actually what brought them together to begin with. Their acid trip had gone just as well if not better; it was like renewing their relationship, almost giving them a fresh start. Life had been pretty stressful for the couple, but tripping was able to help them both relax and get to forget about their worries; if only for a few hours. (They don't have any problems as a couple, just bills, work, stress... the usual stuff.)
Any-who, this time around, their friend/roommate would be joining in the trip. They each ate about 2.5 grams at about 8PM, and decided to walk out to a nearby park while the mushrooms worked their magic! The first time she had done mushrooms, they were conveniently made into little star shaped chocolates, but this time around, they were just the mushrooms themselves. Something about the texture, or taste, or both, made her feel nauseous; but her boyfriend assured her that that was normal and that it would pass. During their walk, she still felt nauseous, but the normal effects, (body-high, vivid colors, breathing plants, etc...) were slowly but surely coming on. They got to the park, and she was just all smiles. Giggly, happy, and enjoying the environment and company of her boyfriend and roommate. Having someone else there was actually a really cool change. Unfortunately her boyfriend started to feel really cold, and stated that he really wanted to go home... Now... She really didn't want to leave the park; she felt so at peace and happy there. But she understood that their pleasant evening could turn horribly wrong for him if he couldn't get to an environment he felt more comfortable in. He promised that they'd come back later that night, and they started to head home. After getting up, (they'd been sitting at a park bench, him on the ground with his head in her lap) he started to feel really motion sick and actually ended up vomiting a minute later. They were concerned that he may lose his high because of this, but he just felt better afterwards, albeit still cold.
Meanwhile, their friend was just in his own little world... Apparently it was the first time he'd done mushrooms in 6 years, and wasn't sure what to expect this time. As they got closer to home, they passed an ice cream store, and their friend wanted ice cream... Right then. Now She and her boyfriend typically tried to avoid other people at all costs while tripping, but they realized that he couldn't be swayed, and they didn't trust him on his own, so they put on their best sober faces, and went into the brightly lit store. It was one of the weirdest and one of the most exciting things that she had ever done on a trip! The walls were bright pink and purple, there were families with children enjoying their own ice cream, oblivious to the state the trio were all in. A cheerful, fast-paced techno song came on the store's radio, and it was all she could do to not just start bouncing to the music. The walls of the store were breathing, and everything was just so bright and happy. Had there been no other people, it would have been an awesome place to hang out for awhile. Unfortunately, there were other people, so she and her boyfriend tried to remain calm while their friend ordered his ice cream and flirted with the girl behind the counter. Finally, they left the store and continued on their way home.
She and her boyfriend explained to their friend that they would be needing some "private time" when they got home, but that they would come out eventually, and they could continue their trip as a group. (About this time, their friend came to the realization that he was lactose intolerant, and wasn't even sure why he had purchased ice cream in the first place. He proceeded to dump the expensive ice cream out, and played with the empty cone instead.) he said he understood and was completely cool with their need for private time, so long as they didn't close themselves up in their room for the remainder on the night.
When they finally got home, they were pleased to find one of their friends there hanging out with their other roommate. The two not on mushrooms knew that the other three were under the influence, and were just amused by the situation. They all hung out for awhile; talking, singing, dancing... It's safe to say an awesomely good time was being had by all.
Because she felt hot, she went to her room to change into something a bit cooler. While in there, she noticed that her room was an absolute disaster area. Now may be a good time to mention that their landlord was having a city inspector come out the next day to check out the apartments. Not only was her bedroom a mess, but so was her walk in closet, which was to be the hiding place for her two cats who technically weren't supposed to be there to begin with, but she didn't have any other place for them to go, and giving them up to a shelter would mean certain death for at least one of them; an old female who'd been sick 6 years before and had nearly died, but she had nursed her back to health herself. The cat still had some effects from it though, and would certainly be put down if given up. The other one was still young and had been a gift from her boyfriend to help her through the death of her father just a year and a half ago. She told herself that she'd take care of it later, and cleaned enough to make the bed available for later on... (By the way, talking to herself was a constant that night.)
Soon, their friend had to go home, and the roommates decided to run down to the drug store for beer or something. She and her boyfriend thought this to be the perfect opportunity to retreat to their room for some alone time.
Words can't describe the love she felt at that moment. She felt at peace with the world, her boyfriend, and was able to forget about all the worries she'd had for awhile. An excruciatingly brief 40 minutes later, their fellow tripper was pounding on the door, asking them to come out. They kept telling him to wait a bit longer, but eventually he called out saying he was losing his high, and he sounded pretty upset about it. Her boyfriend immediately was able to snap out of the moment, saying "Sorry dude.. we're coming out now." She tried to follow suit, but realized that she was feeling pretty nauseous, and was having a much harder time adjusting to the change. She came to the sudden realization that this "wasn't fun anymore..."
When she finally came out of the bedroom, she felt horribly stressed and anxious. Her boyfriend proceeded to try and help her feel better, but nothing seemed to help. They tried music, different lighting, different rooms, even cuddling with her cats. But no matter what, she couldn't get herself out of the stressful bubble she'd put herself into. Everyone kept telling her that she was thinking about it too much, and that she just had to snap herself out of it. Eventually, she finally came to a conclusion that she wouldn't feel better until the room was clean and ready for inspection... But first she really needed some alone time. Her boyfriend helped her to their bedroom, and she told him how she felt and he said he understood, but felt horrible that her trip had gone so horribly wrong.
She realized that she had too many obligations she was trying to fulfill, (cleaning the room/house, wanting to go back to the park where they'd begun their trip, and wanting both her boyfriend and roomie to have a good trip themselves.) She realized that she felt even more anxious when everyone was worrying about her, and even though she really didn't want her trip to come to such an abrupt end, she knew she wouldn't feel any better until she came down, and sleep seemed the best way to get it over with.
She spent the next hour tossing and turning in bed, talking to herself and seeing frightening images behind her eyelids. But sleep finally came, and the trip ended. Her boyfriend woke her a few hours later, and she felt horribly hung over. Her head was pounding, she still felt pretty nauseous, but she was finally able to get the room/house clean (with her boyfriend's help, of course).
This was the first and only bad trip that she's ever had, and she's really confused as to why she got stuck in it. Why, even though she still wanted to enjoy the night and have fun, was she stuck feeling the way she did? She knew ahead of time that she'd have plenty of time to clean the house and such after the trip was over anyways, so why did it bother her so much? Why was the change from incredibly awesome to horribly wrong so sudden? Is there anything she could have done to come out of it? Or was it destined to be a bad trip right when it started?
To give you a bit of history, the first trip she'd ever taken was actually her first date with her boyfriend. Something about the freedom they felt that day and the connection they found with each other on their trip was actually what brought them together to begin with. Their acid trip had gone just as well if not better; it was like renewing their relationship, almost giving them a fresh start. Life had been pretty stressful for the couple, but tripping was able to help them both relax and get to forget about their worries; if only for a few hours. (They don't have any problems as a couple, just bills, work, stress... the usual stuff.)
Any-who, this time around, their friend/roommate would be joining in the trip. They each ate about 2.5 grams at about 8PM, and decided to walk out to a nearby park while the mushrooms worked their magic! The first time she had done mushrooms, they were conveniently made into little star shaped chocolates, but this time around, they were just the mushrooms themselves. Something about the texture, or taste, or both, made her feel nauseous; but her boyfriend assured her that that was normal and that it would pass. During their walk, she still felt nauseous, but the normal effects, (body-high, vivid colors, breathing plants, etc...) were slowly but surely coming on. They got to the park, and she was just all smiles. Giggly, happy, and enjoying the environment and company of her boyfriend and roommate. Having someone else there was actually a really cool change. Unfortunately her boyfriend started to feel really cold, and stated that he really wanted to go home... Now... She really didn't want to leave the park; she felt so at peace and happy there. But she understood that their pleasant evening could turn horribly wrong for him if he couldn't get to an environment he felt more comfortable in. He promised that they'd come back later that night, and they started to head home. After getting up, (they'd been sitting at a park bench, him on the ground with his head in her lap) he started to feel really motion sick and actually ended up vomiting a minute later. They were concerned that he may lose his high because of this, but he just felt better afterwards, albeit still cold.
Meanwhile, their friend was just in his own little world... Apparently it was the first time he'd done mushrooms in 6 years, and wasn't sure what to expect this time. As they got closer to home, they passed an ice cream store, and their friend wanted ice cream... Right then. Now She and her boyfriend typically tried to avoid other people at all costs while tripping, but they realized that he couldn't be swayed, and they didn't trust him on his own, so they put on their best sober faces, and went into the brightly lit store. It was one of the weirdest and one of the most exciting things that she had ever done on a trip! The walls were bright pink and purple, there were families with children enjoying their own ice cream, oblivious to the state the trio were all in. A cheerful, fast-paced techno song came on the store's radio, and it was all she could do to not just start bouncing to the music. The walls of the store were breathing, and everything was just so bright and happy. Had there been no other people, it would have been an awesome place to hang out for awhile. Unfortunately, there were other people, so she and her boyfriend tried to remain calm while their friend ordered his ice cream and flirted with the girl behind the counter. Finally, they left the store and continued on their way home.
She and her boyfriend explained to their friend that they would be needing some "private time" when they got home, but that they would come out eventually, and they could continue their trip as a group. (About this time, their friend came to the realization that he was lactose intolerant, and wasn't even sure why he had purchased ice cream in the first place. He proceeded to dump the expensive ice cream out, and played with the empty cone instead.) he said he understood and was completely cool with their need for private time, so long as they didn't close themselves up in their room for the remainder on the night.
When they finally got home, they were pleased to find one of their friends there hanging out with their other roommate. The two not on mushrooms knew that the other three were under the influence, and were just amused by the situation. They all hung out for awhile; talking, singing, dancing... It's safe to say an awesomely good time was being had by all.
Because she felt hot, she went to her room to change into something a bit cooler. While in there, she noticed that her room was an absolute disaster area. Now may be a good time to mention that their landlord was having a city inspector come out the next day to check out the apartments. Not only was her bedroom a mess, but so was her walk in closet, which was to be the hiding place for her two cats who technically weren't supposed to be there to begin with, but she didn't have any other place for them to go, and giving them up to a shelter would mean certain death for at least one of them; an old female who'd been sick 6 years before and had nearly died, but she had nursed her back to health herself. The cat still had some effects from it though, and would certainly be put down if given up. The other one was still young and had been a gift from her boyfriend to help her through the death of her father just a year and a half ago. She told herself that she'd take care of it later, and cleaned enough to make the bed available for later on... (By the way, talking to herself was a constant that night.)
Soon, their friend had to go home, and the roommates decided to run down to the drug store for beer or something. She and her boyfriend thought this to be the perfect opportunity to retreat to their room for some alone time.
Words can't describe the love she felt at that moment. She felt at peace with the world, her boyfriend, and was able to forget about all the worries she'd had for awhile. An excruciatingly brief 40 minutes later, their fellow tripper was pounding on the door, asking them to come out. They kept telling him to wait a bit longer, but eventually he called out saying he was losing his high, and he sounded pretty upset about it. Her boyfriend immediately was able to snap out of the moment, saying "Sorry dude.. we're coming out now." She tried to follow suit, but realized that she was feeling pretty nauseous, and was having a much harder time adjusting to the change. She came to the sudden realization that this "wasn't fun anymore..."
When she finally came out of the bedroom, she felt horribly stressed and anxious. Her boyfriend proceeded to try and help her feel better, but nothing seemed to help. They tried music, different lighting, different rooms, even cuddling with her cats. But no matter what, she couldn't get herself out of the stressful bubble she'd put herself into. Everyone kept telling her that she was thinking about it too much, and that she just had to snap herself out of it. Eventually, she finally came to a conclusion that she wouldn't feel better until the room was clean and ready for inspection... But first she really needed some alone time. Her boyfriend helped her to their bedroom, and she told him how she felt and he said he understood, but felt horrible that her trip had gone so horribly wrong.
She realized that she had too many obligations she was trying to fulfill, (cleaning the room/house, wanting to go back to the park where they'd begun their trip, and wanting both her boyfriend and roomie to have a good trip themselves.) She realized that she felt even more anxious when everyone was worrying about her, and even though she really didn't want her trip to come to such an abrupt end, she knew she wouldn't feel any better until she came down, and sleep seemed the best way to get it over with.
She spent the next hour tossing and turning in bed, talking to herself and seeing frightening images behind her eyelids. But sleep finally came, and the trip ended. Her boyfriend woke her a few hours later, and she felt horribly hung over. Her head was pounding, she still felt pretty nauseous, but she was finally able to get the room/house clean (with her boyfriend's help, of course).
This was the first and only bad trip that she's ever had, and she's really confused as to why she got stuck in it. Why, even though she still wanted to enjoy the night and have fun, was she stuck feeling the way she did? She knew ahead of time that she'd have plenty of time to clean the house and such after the trip was over anyways, so why did it bother her so much? Why was the change from incredibly awesome to horribly wrong so sudden? Is there anything she could have done to come out of it? Or was it destined to be a bad trip right when it started?
