I remember this one the most and maybe it left an impression on me. I got some APES from my guy and he warned me these are much stronger than the GT that I usually get

So I get home and I grind em up about 3.5 worth and made a tea and tried the lemon tek for the first time as I was told this can make you trip harder and hit faster. Let them sit in lemon juice for about 30 min boiled my tea set everything up

My gf and her sister ran out to grab some snacks that I advised against when tripping she didn’t listen and got them anyways I told her to do it with me on a empty stomach and it’ll be 100x better she didn’t listen lol and later regretted it

So they get back and I’m ready to get the night started her sister was gonna trip sit us and everything was gonna be good. So boom I get the tea ready and let it steep for about 5 min then we sipped enjoyed our time and watched some anime in the background while talking. Like 10 min after drinking the tea I feel euphoric the giggles started and I’m feeling good.

The lemon tek is for real that shit hit so fast and was so intense I felt like all my nerves and muscles were so twitchy and i literally couldn’t sit still felt like Adderall or something but anyways I glance over at my gf and looks like she’s not feeling good then says “I feel like crap weighed down I don’t think I should have ate before” and me with no filter at the moment said “see I told you you should have listened to me look at you now” and tried to just talk and take her mind off whatever it was making her upset.

She then looks at me and burps and she said instantly feels better like whatever it was weighing her down released after the burp and then she got to her normal bubbly self off the shrooms and we laugh so hard and just talk about whatever comes to mind. Whatever I think I say in shrooms it doesn’t matter and it’s even worse in public bc I talk shit on people and people watch it’s hilarious.

The trip takes a sudden turn when we decide to really try to relax and watch the show and comment. It’s hard to explain this feeling I get of slowly fading away it’s peaceful but scary at the same time and I kept repeating “am I gonna die” “ am I dying” so much that I start to freak out my trip sitter I glanced at her face and she looked so concerned and I think I heard her say I’m gonna call the ambulance. So I snap back instantly and try to comfort her while it’s supposed to be the other way around 😅 she decides to not call as I start to feel normal and back to laughing and bubbly. Visuals at this point are so vibrant and intense I was looking at the curtains and they were so WAVVVYYYY lmao.

Not sure how much time goes by and I’m feeling pretty mellow in the trip I felt like I was sorta coming down and this has become a bit of a ritual at this point towards the end I always roll up a blunt and vibe to some music I left my supplies in my car and I wanted to go outside and mf gf and her sister were tripping my gf told me she had a bad feeling if I went outside and smoked outside the gates (I live in an apartment complex) and she practically begged me not to go and she was crying for about 10 min I comforted her and assured everything was gonna be alright I never cried or felt emotional off shrooms so I this was new for me lol I somehow convinced her to let me smoke on the porch

I get outside and everything is smooth I rolled up I’m feeling good got my music playing snd suddenly a cricket appears I have a conversation with the cricket(more like myself) and smoking my joint maybe 2 min pass and the cricket chirps chirps and slowly but surely the chirp turns into a distorted demons the trio was starting to go bad fast but mind you I know that I’m tripping so I try to keep my mind off it but I couldn’t it was just getting louder and louder and lowkey I was getting shook then I look up and I shit you not I see faces starting g to form on the apartment buildings and just a wave of negative emotions overcame me I started to feel like I was being watched and got so paranoid mind you at the same time I’m telling myself that you’re tripping everything is fine mind over matter and I kept repeating that. The music is still playing at this point and my fav song comes on Benny the butcher/ jermaine’s graduation plays and it just knocks out every bad thought I had it almost empowered me ngl I felt every lyric and felt motivated lol I’m just glad it snapped me out of those bad thoughts and emotions.

I talk to myself a lot on shrooms and I had to pee so I came back inside and my gf and her sister give me the most confused look and said “who were you talking to outside?” And I casually strolled past On my way to the bathroom and said “myself” and they just looked so confused/concerned now I’m in the bathroom I pee look at myself for about 5 min and laugh hysterically in the mirror visuals die down a lil since that incident outside I close the blinds and talk to them a little and they’re getting tired our tripsitter is over it and wants to go to bed mind you I’m still full blown trip I didn’t feel like I was ready to unwind at all

my gf agrees they then turned the tv off and we go to our rooms and lay down to unwind I then noticed that my body was so tired and fatigued through the day but my mind was racing racing racing my gf cuddles me and we’re chilling I’m still hearing that GODDAMN cricket throughout the night and somehow I was able to fall asleep the darkness in the room was so eerie but I kept my mind off it and somehow was able to drift to sleep my dreams were so vivid that night also it was an awesome way to end the night.

Now I can’t stand crickets that was also my first distortion of sound that I noticed as well always visual trips but this time I had my first auditorial trip and it scared the hell out of me made me feel like I was insane now I just microdose bc of that lol

so i started off with 1.75liter of water mixed with rougly 100grams of magic treuffles(strongest one i have found in netgerlands) i drank this over the course of 4 fours. i didnt trip to hard for my exoerience but newer people are out of this world on smaller doses of this.

after these 4 hours i put some dmt in my join and this greatly incresed my visial experience, i close my eyes and i enter a 2demensional world wich seemed to be alive, freaked me out for a second but i realized this was epic af after staring at it for a while i open my eyes and the 3 demensions felt wierd, so i close my eyes again, i was watching rick and morty and when they played the sounds of some exolosions the 2d world axtually had holes blown into it wich pulled me straight out of my dmt trip, it came back slowely after smoking the last piece of my joint.

however i saw something in this world actually interact with the dmt world and it shocked me hard enough to stop tripping for a few minutes.

Like my hands feel like they are vibrating also my arms too and everything feels like im going 100000000mph even with just 1 pill sometimes I feel like this is what cocaine/Adderall would feel i took 1 pill at 1123am now its 544pm and I tried to take a bath to relax even being in there for a couple hours still feeling the effects also I jerked off and came and still that didn't wear anything from the caffeine off for reals tho caffeine is one hell of a drug dont take it for granted because it will show u how powerful it is and more if u just do it just to do it also I know its nothing like lsd or weed or ketamine or these other hard drugs but it definitely can make u feel pretty crazy powerful feelings thats for sure

When this took place I had more than enough experience with Psychedelics but 0 tolerance. One weekend me and 2 of my homies decided to drop some tabs at their house during the day, and it sounded like a good idea at first but this day turned into the worst experience of my life Very quickly. I had around 70 tabs of gel tabs along with about a half g of Tested mdma and a 1g dmt cart with me. My one homie decided he wanted to go balls deep with the acid and talked me into it too ( I had more than enough to share so it didn't really matter how much we wasted) My other homie decided to only take one tab so atleast one of us was somewhat normal incase anything happend. Me and my one homie took around 1500ug (I had absolutely 0 tolerance to acid at the time) I had like 6 blunts already rolled so we smoked one while we waiting for it to kick it and then watched a YouTube video and by the time that shit was over we were already tripping balls. After about an hour of tripping we decided it was time we took the molly I brought, we each took 150mg and then walked to a gas station close to my homies house to get gum for when we started rolling. Right when I stepped foot in that gas station the molly hit, and I felt hella sick like I had to puke so I excuse myself to the ghetto gas station bathroom, I make it over to the toilet where I proceeded to vomit onto of the closed toilet. I got tf out of there and my homies were waiting outside for me and I told them I wasn't feeling great. While walking back on the side of a busy road in the middle of the day, I started to feel sick again and started puking everywhere while still walking. We got back to the crib and I thought I was chilling so we smoked another blunt (now this is where it gets really hard to remember anything that happened) we started feeling the molly and thought it was the perfect time to hit the dmt cart. I didn't break through I don't think and I wasn't trying to. It was really interesting tho I had never done it while already tripping before so that was cool. We put the dmt cart onto my homies battery because mine was weak and his had a higher wattage. Their battery had this airflow system and you had to hold it a certain way but I was so fried that I couldn't figure it out and it was lowkey pissing me off and making me feel retarded while both my homies were hitting it with no problems at all. I started letting myself get stucked into the trip and it was hard to hold onto reality, I didn't feel like I was even there. After the dmt wore off we smoked another blunt and I remember while we were smoking it my one homie was yapping about something and I kept thinking he was wanting to fight me (which he clearly wasn't looking back now) we went back inside and I was pretty much completely gone. And now I have to start telling the story from just what people have told me. Apparently I gave my homies whose house we were at girlfriend a back massage and after I told him "I'm sorry i have to do this." And punched him in the face. My mom called my phone and my homie answered and told her that she should come and pick me up and that I wasn't acting like myself. My homies tried to calm me down but I had taken off all my clothes and started to flee out the door towards a church next to my homies house. When my mom got there I was rolling around in the parking lot, butt booty naked. Somehow she got me into the very back of her car and tried to drive me home while not knowing what was wrong with me. I was non verbal and freaking out. I started banging my head on the glass window and my mom thought I was gonna break it so she stopped the car and I jumped out and started running down the street still fully naked. My mom was able to get me back into the car and continued to drive home, even more freaked out now. Apparently my mom didn't see but the people in the car behind us called the cops because it looked like some type of human trafficking shit to them. We drove for about 5 minutes until my mom was pulled over. My mom told me that the entire county road we were on was closed off and every cop and sherif in our town was there. The police tried talking to me while I was curled up in a ball still naked in the back of my mom's car and still non verbal. The cops told my mom they thought I ruffied. I was brought to the hospital in an ambulance. I woke up in a hospital bed (still tripping) with no memory of anything that had just happend (last thing I remember was sitting on my friends couch) and there was like 6 cops standing above me talking to doctors, I was still non verbal and so scared I just went back to sleep. I woke up again and was instantly poked with needles by the doctors (I'm assuming to run a blood test) I was freaking out and extremely confused, eventually the nurse came in and gave me a rundown of what had just happened and I started wondering if this was even real and if I was just tripping way to hard like never before but nah that shit really just happend lmao. I got pushed in a wheelchair to this room where they took x rays of my head I believe and I had had a few minor injuries. Somehow I went back to sleep and I woke up the next morning or afternoon and my mom was their with my clothes (she had found each peice of clothing in a different spot around the church and my homies house) The doctors told my my mom they had thought I was on amphetamines but I only tested positive for thc (Somehow the molly and dmt didn't show up on it) and I told them I smoke weed but didn't remember anything that had happened and so they considered it like a mental health crisis. Long story short don't fuck around with psychs at a young age, I'm really lucky to even still be here rn, shit is no game I seriously could've fucked myself up way worse then I did that day.

Chicago Mushroom Trip Report
4.5g of Jackfrost
Lemontek preparation

Preface:
In August, my uncle passed away suddenly from pancreatic cancer. He wasn’t just family—he was like a second dad and an older brother rolled into one. A prominent city planner and cartographer for Chicago’s CTA, he had an unparalleled passion for maps, photography, trains, and public transit. If Anthony Bourdain had made maps, that would have been my uncle.

His high-rise apartment overlooked Dearborn Park and the Willis Tower, a reflection of his love for the city. The family plans to sell the apartment next year due to the financial strain of the remaining mortgage and fees. I decided to visit it one last time, alone for the weekend, to document the space and emotionally process my grief. Spreading his ashes hadn’t brought the closure I needed. I hoped that revisiting his home while tripping might help me accept that it’s just a place now—that he’s not there anymore.

The Trip:
Start Time: 4:30 PM, Sunday, November 17th
Weather: Cool and cloudy

I began the trip lying on his bed, playing Low Roar’s “Without You.” Memories began flooding in—nostalgic, vivid, and warm. Christmases spent in Chicago. My uncle was always traveling, and Christmas was the one time we could count on seeing him. As I sank deeper, the memories became distinct, like scenes from a dream.

I remembered the glow of his apartment—the intricate shelves of books illuminated by soft, warm lighting. The air smelled of honey-baked ham mixed with the earthy aroma of old books, transporting me to a time when life felt whole.

From the living room window, I watched snow blanket Dearborn Park. People walked and played in the fresh snow below, and the memory shifted. I saw the dining table, always laden with food during Christmas. My uncle sat at the head of the table, enthusiastically recounting his travel adventures while offering us hot slices of Due’s pizza. My dad chuckled with him about some issue involving old floppy disks and customer incompetence, while my mom smiled over coffee and chocolate pie—a dessert ritual in our family.

Looking back at the window, I remembered the RC car Him and My Dad got me Christmas, making it zip through fresh snow in the park. His hearty chuckle echoed as though he loved that toy more than I did. The scene shifted again to sledding near the John Alexander Logan Monument. He sprinted up the hill with me on his back, sled in hand, and we spent hours sledding until we could barely walk.

Coming out of the memory, something compelled me to get up. I slowly made my way to the living room. The familiar glow of the apartment felt alive as I walked toward the dining room. Halfway there, I froze.

It hit me like lightning—raw, searing grief poured out in uncontrollable sobs. My diaphragm tightened painfully as tears streamed down my face. Clutching the armrest of the couch, I looked toward the dining table and saw him, just for a moment. A ghostly image of my uncle sat at the head of the table, wearing his deep purple sweater, gazing out the window with a serene smile and the same gleam in his blue eyes. I blinked, and he was gone.

The sobbing stopped as quickly as it started. I hugged myself tightly, pulling off my headphones and wandering to the stereo. Turning it on, I found it tuned to his favorite classical radio station. The music filled the room like a gentle hello.

For what felt like hours, I walked through the apartment, stopping at the walls and holding them tightly. Each wall seemed to radiate the warmth of clothing colors he often wore. Hugging those walls felt like embracing him one last time, absorbing the positive energy of his space.

In his study, where he had drawn countless maps, I sat in his chair. The view from the office window overlooked South State Street and Harold Washington Library. Though the heater was broken and the room was cold, something warm called me to the space. Memories of sharing my love for brutalist architecture surfaced, along with the way his eyes would light up as he pulled book after book to share his knowledge. This comforting memory brought tears I didn’t notice until much later.

As the trip came to an end, I felt different. Something heavy and stagnant inside me was gone. The grief that had once felt like a void had been replaced with a warmth, as though my uncle’s spirit had taken residence in my heart. It wasn’t empty anymore—it was full of love and comfort, guiding me to pack up and return home to my wife and family.

This trip wasn’t just cathartic; it was transformative. For the first time since his death, I felt solace.

This starts out with 2 gram worth of mushroom chocolate from my local mycology center(each). It's a bit later in the afternoon when me and my mom decided to take some of the chocolates and enjoy the day. The chocolate kicks in fairly quickly and at this point I'm feeling happy and bubbly playing ball with the kids in the sun but a bit later we go inside and the company that we had was gone besides my mom and her mom and their husbands. Me and my mom smoke a blunt and sit down to watch TV and after an hour or so shows start to appear on the television that felt strangely foreboading In specific I remember the television talking about realizing your life's legacy and finding contentment in death. Me and my mom decided to escape to a rear room In The house and watch a show. I forget specifics because for now I was locked in on tomb of the mask for whatever reason 😂 but I look over at the Tv and again it's just an advertisement for end of life care. Naturally about 10 minutes after that my grandma walks in and sits us down to tell us that her heart is failing and has been for some time. Strange to consull someone who is dying. Im still not sure exactly what I could have said other than what I did which was just hug her and cry it out. It felt like I snorted pure cortisol and I could barely keep myself together but in the end I realized all she needed was us there with her. It's painfull to watch someone who loves life and those around them slowly lose it. But I also realized I don't wanna be like her when I die crying and confused. I got this eerie ass feeling like now in the last few days of her life she's thinking about what she had. and I wanna enjoy it and make peace with my decisions before death.

We're gunna take her out to resorts and throw a surprise party for her husband with her as she wished and make her last year here a blast 😁

Tldr: took shrooms interacted with children successfully then consulled dying grandma.

Has anyone ever blacked out or had a seizure from taking mushrooms? I had a very strange experience and ended up either blacking out or seizing about a month ago on 4g of Penis Envy. I have Graves disease and take Methimazole and Propranalol. I've never heard of a reaction with the meds. Would love to hear some thoughts I'm more curious than anything. Thanks!

Hey there, I know some people don’t consider MDMA psychedelic and some do but I think hallucinations come under this sub.

I was wild camping with a friend, was first time trying xtc. I took half a pill then after a couple hours a full one then shared a joint, before the joint it felt how I would expect it to be but after it changed quite a bit. We both started hallucinating a lot, we have experience with cid, shrum and dimitriv but this was nothing like them. The ‘trip’ wasn’t scary or bad just very strange and weirdly themed about games This was in almost complete darkness with just some fire light as all our battery’s had died.

I first noticed when I looked into the embers of our fire and saw very very vividly a village with little stick people running around as if it were a video game. There was houses and churches and roads, then I looked away for a second to show my mate and it all completely changed to a different scene, this time it looked like a firewatch scene with ranger watch towers and moving people again. My friend also saw ‘scenes’ in the embers of this fire and saw some things I saw but his interpretation was mainly different. At one point the embers just clearly spelt out Minecraft in the middle.

When we stopped fixating on these embers of our fire we looked at each other. Our faces were very distorted to each other to where it should have been horrifying but we didn’t seem to care to much. We looked at the night sky and I saw what I believed to be hundred of futuristic space ships which I’m now guessing were the stars. Every time I’d turn around it felt like what that new AI Minecraft looks like where everything looked different to how it did a second ago when I turn around.

I have experienced many usual psychedelic trips but never like this, usually psycs cause some patterns and colours changes but not outright seeing things that weren’t there. It felt as if it were a datura or Benadryl trip where we saw vivid life like hallucinations but unlike datura they weren’t scary or horifying just very interesting.

Basically my question is does mdma commonly give life like hallucinations after weed or did we take something dodgey. England street seller.

Thanks for all help, ask if ya got any questions.

I recently had sort of a life changing experience on mushrooms in the most dramatic way possible.

i took about 5 grams of wavy caps, which is close to about 10 grams of cubensis.

When they first started kicking in, i took about 3 hits of cannabis as well.

The trip was going great. It was the highest dose that i've personally ever taken. I was giggling uncontrollably, seeing crazy visuals, i was in another universe. I then had a moment where i felt like i was meeting god, i felt one with the universe, and right after that things got bad.

I started to feel like i was about to piss myself, then vomit. I felt completely out of control. I then got up to try and make sense of what was going on. Then everything stopped. The visuals and the incredible feeling went away completely, i started to feel numb. Mentally numb. I touched my face and i couldn't feel it. It felt like everything pleasureful just completely stopped. I didn't feel high anymore, i genuinely thought i broke my mind permanently, and i thought i was going completely insane. I was walking around and i felt completely non existent. Like everything i knew about myself and my life was gone. I couldn't feel any sort of emotions whatsoever. Incredibly scary. I was genuinely thinking that if this feeling stayed i would have to end it all because i couldn't bare the feeling of absolutely nothing.

Super scary, and i think it happened because of sensory overload. That was my first time doing a dose like that, i've done mushrooms about 5 times prior, and they all have been incredible experiences. But never have a took a dose that big while mixing cannabis right off the bat.

I didn't feel high whatsoever for the rest of the night.

I feel like it was my bodies natural response to taking too much of something, like my nervous system shut down temporarily to protect itself or something.

About 30 minutes later i started feeling better, my senses were coming back to normal, and i was slowly starting to feel better. Today is the day after the trip, I feel pretty much normal but things still feel slightly off.

I feel slightly mentally foggy and a little confused, i'm still trying to make sense of what happened. I've never heard of anything happening like that to people before where after the peak they go completely numb, lose all emotions and sense of self and reality. And then to not feel high at all after it happened.

I’ve done shrooms a few times but I’ve always eaten it dried and in pretty low doses. For a couple of weeks I’d been growing my own shrooms and when I tried them the first 2 times I had dried them and thought they were quite weak. This time I wanted to trip a bit more than previously so I decided to eat fresh shrooms. At first I was a bit concerned about the dosage because I had eaten 4 g of this dried and thought it was weak so I made the stupid decision to weigh up 62 g of fresh shrooms and made it into a smoothie.

I went to the sofa and started watching Seinfeld and felt pretty normal for a while. Suddenly nothing makes sense anymore and I start to realize that this will be the trip of my life and that I took way too much. It doesn’t make it better that in the episode of Seinfeld that I’m watching is pretty strange in it self (S6 E6 I believe) where some guy is eating a snickers bar with a knife and a fork.

Now reality becomes absurd but without being fully aware I successfully call 112 (Swedish emergency number). I start pacing around in my apartment, back and forth with my phone in my hand until I run outside without shoes, socks, keys or a jacket. This happens maybe a 100 times for me and I can’t believe that the ambulance isn’t here yet, it feels like I’ve been waiting for days.

Things really start to heat up now, I somehow convince myself that the world isn’t real. The world is fake and is somehow the product of my imagination, but who am I? Has my whole life been a trip, like those reports of people living whole lives after smoking salvia and I’m finally coming down?

As I drift in and out of reality I see someone who I run up to a beg for help. They seem reluctant at first but I believe they talk to the emergency services on my phone and get convinced to wait for the ambulance with me. I’m very thankful for this person as I probably would have ran away otherwise.

The ambulance arrives but even though the medics are carrying me by my arms to the ambulance it feels like I’m stuck in a loop in the same place. Every step is repeated hundreds or thousands of times. It almost feels like I’m in a cutscene of a game, playing the same level over and over and over again.

Finally in the ambulance everything else in the world is gone, there is nothing left. I ask them if it’s real and they tell me that it is, which I don’t really believe. I have to be a clone, this is my cover story so that I believe that I’m real. All of my memories, my life and my reality have been planted in my brain to convince me that I’m real.

Suddenly I wake up, I’m in a hallway but it’s only black and white. Black darkness is on the left while white is on the right. I have to make a decision where to go. Someone is calling my name, but is that really my name? They are screaming at me to come to them, they are screaming from the darkness.

My mind realizes that this is what I’ve been training for my whole life. Always go to the light. Maybe I’m an old person drifting between life and death and the life I’m remembering are flashbacks from someone else’s life. I don’t want to die, so I run to the right in the corridor.

This only brings me back to the same place again, back to the corridor where I have to choose. What did I do wrong? This has to be a test. In order to live I need to want to live. I need to choose to live until I’ve convinced life that I’m worthy. Once again I run right and the loop continues hundreds of times once again.

I’m tired, exhausted. What kind of life is this? Nothing ever changes. Maybe this is death, I’m in hell even though I don’t believe in hell. Somehow though I’m not too scared, I can choose what emotions I want to feel. But I can’t keep this up, I go to the voices screaming my name, I go to the darkness, to the left.

I sit up, I’m in a hospital. There are people sitting behind a glass wall in front of me, inspecting me. Am I in a horror movie where I’m a test subject? No I’m not, I remember now, I’m a clone. This is the first time Im actually alive, these people behind this wall have created me.

I lay back down again and I turn around which makes me fall. The fall only brings me back to the bed but turned to the wrong way again. I turn again but this time I turned into myself disappearing into nothing. Everything is black now, I’m tired.

I take a breath, a really big breath. I’ve never appreciated breathing as much as I do know before. I’m choking, dying, but once again I take a breath. Nothing has ever been better than breathing. I close my eyes and that is the best thing I’ve ever done, I’m so tired.

My eyes are closed but I can’t fall asleep. What is the world? I’m not one person, I’m all the people that has ever lived and will ever live. My own person is very distant, this can’t be me, I can’t be anyone as I am no one.

I walk in the darkness for years and don’t remember my previous life as my life. It’s so strange that this person that I have memories from was stressed about so many small things that doesn’t matter at all. He was afraid of people and other peoples thoughts, but we are all the same. Maybe one day I can try to live a life, but that would almost be cheating knowing what I know.

My eyes open and I sit up. Once again I’m in that room with the glass wall and people watching me. I start to remember that I ate shrooms, but is this just my cover story? Am I clone for real? Did the real me actually die and now I’m this clone with my real self’s memories?

Around my wrist is a hospital wristband with a name and a personal id number. I have a name. I am a person. I am real. Is this really me? How do I know that these names and this number is really mine?

The people behind the glass wall sees that I’m awake and one of them comes in. She asks what I remember and I try to tell her my story but she doesn’t really understand it. She’s very kind and seems happy that I’m awake.

I lay there for maybe an hour, talking to the nurses from time to time. I’m back. I thought I would never come back. This is the most insane experience I’ve ever had and I think it will change my life for the better.

I have social anxiety and I believe that this really put everything in a different perspective. For me this was also a wake up call that I am very unhealthy mentally. Tomorrow I will seek help to speak to a psychiatrist and I’m going to start to challenge myself to speak with new people and keep in touch with the people I know.

I’m thankful that I’m not suicidal because if I was I would have probably killed myself in the beginning. I’m grateful to be alive and I will throw out all the drugs I have. I need to change.

Please please please don’t do what I did, if you’re going to take shrooms be careful and be with other people!!!!!!!

TLDR: I ate 62 g of fresh shrooms and tripped into oblivion. Thankfully I did not get hurt and was successfully helped by the emergency services. Don’t be as stupid as I was.

ive been doing dex on and off for a year and i had a binge lasting 2-3 months, but thats neither here or there. Basically i wanna tell yall about the craziest dex experiance ive had, so this happend my senior year, i took a 250ug tab and had the brilliant idea of drinking some delsym (my prefferd method at that time) and i had to go to my first period class so at this point i was getting the first wave of dex nausea and was lowk just trying to not look fucked up. I go to the bathroom and the homie tim was posted up in there hitting his dispo so i asked if he could slide me the gas, i hit it 2-3 times and im extremly fucked at this point so i skip the rest of that period and chill w him, skip an hour or so later and im twin peaking in 2nd period and the walls start like melting and im highkey freakin out so i just put my head down and timeskip to 3rd period keep in mind im still at my peaks so i stumble to my math class and immeditly my teacher noiticed sum was wrong so i get a firm talking too andgo sit back down dont do any of my fucking work and just enjoy my visuals in my seat, well by the time 4th period rolls around im unsurprisingly super elevated still so i call up tim to get a couple more hits off the dispo so i can timeskip agian well i do that and when school ends im like having a lil panic attack as i robowalk to my parents truck and i just start fuckin freakin out that my mom knows how fucked i am thankfully she didnt, and the outsude world looks crazy pretty so imagine a tweaker almost crying at the pretty worod outside, i arrive home nothing interesting happens untill i go on a quest to smoke a cig at like 11pm, so i sneak out and have a crazy drunk npc convo with him claiming he saw me st*al alc and he threatens to call the police so for whatever fucking reason i freak out and run back to my apartment and get caughr sneaking back in so now i have to explain why my eyes are orbs, why im sweating and why i was out late, my dumbass just said couldnt sleep, walked, low light in here. So after i get yelled at for all that bs its about 1-2 in the morning but i still cant sleep so i just put on some kanye and chilled out untill 3-4 when i finally fell asleep. thats basicilky it but if yall have any queations lmk, sorry for spelling mistakes pretty drunk as im writing this. <3

I used to smoke weed, usually just a little bit for a slight high, but until about 2 months ago i hadn't smoked in 3 years. It was the weekend and my mom and stepdad (who i live with), where out of town. So my step brother who is just 6 months older than me, asked if I wanted to steal my moms stuff with him and smoke some. He knew I used to smoke weed and I aggreed to smoke with him. So we grab my mom's pen which had like half the cart left and decided to use it. Looking back it was a super dumb idea to smoke as much as I did, especially since my tolerance was at basically zero and my mom's shit is super strong since she's been smoking for around 30 years. So me and him are using the pen and he says he done with it but stays to just chill. So I take the pen and I hit a blinker, and then that turned into about 25 regular hits and 10 blinkers. And this was all in the span of like 5 minutes so I wasn't feeling it at all. Then I start to come up. At first it was nice because I was just talking with my sb and I just felt super chill. Then everything started to become quiet, and I basically had tunnel vision. I didn't freak out at this point because I knew I couldn't die or anything from too much but I was getting just slightly anxious. So like 10 minutes pass and I start to go numb and my vision starts moving weird, so decided to go to my room and just lay down. At this point it was not fun anymore, I couldn't remember things for more than like 2 seconds and I was on complete sensory overload. I tried to sleep but I could not, so I just decided to watch videos about other people's experience with weed. What was happening to me matched some of the descriptions so I wasn't worried about anything. Looking back it's insane how chill I was considering I was close to greening out, I have no idea how I didn't. After about an hour I started to come down and things progressively got better. But it wasn't until about 25 hours later I felt fully sober. I kind of think half of my experience was just kind of a big placebo affect, but I have no idea. I don't think that gave any lasting affects, idk if it even can but again I have no idea. Sorry if I sound stupid I do not have much experience writing these things out, I also don't use literally any substances so I really only have stories to base my experience off of.

Was on the train on my way home after tripping on 4-HO-Met and a tab of AL-LAD with a few friends an decided it'd be a good idea to take another one while still on the train, still kinda tripping from the tab i took with my friends earlier. I take out the tab, take it sublingual, and kinda just disconnect and wait for my stop while the effects kick in. Idk what I was even doing at that point because I didn't even have any battery so I couldn't listen to music I was just like staring into the void. Then I miss my stop and end up getting home like an hour later, already kinda tripping, seeing a precise pattern starting to move on everything I see, everything having their own pattern, creating another bigger pattern (idk if that makes sense). I get home, smoke 1 or 2 spliffs and decide it'd be a good idea to take 2 more tabs of 1cp-LSD, turns out it was. At this point i'm already tripping balls, ~5 spliffs and I was already starting to go crazy, I kept smoking and couldn't even form a single thought in my head, I needed to talk to think and even started recording myself to just like not go insane, at this point time already wasn't a real concept anymore, I was just kinda there, listening to music. Except I take 10mg of o-pce and that just made everything 100x stronger, I couldn't even recognize my own room anymore and I was persuaded that my floor was flooded with water, while listening to music, I remember saying that it was genuinely the best I've ever felt in my entire life, like I wasn't anything without music, I loved music and it was my entire life, really weird to explain, I remember genuinely having like auditory orgasms while listening to music it was so weird. I couldn't even speak normally at that point and ended up smoking around 7 spliffs and 2 bongs, rethinked every aspect of my life in only like a couple minutes, everything made complete sense in my head, like I was finally myself after a massive trip the weekend before where my ego completely disappeared. Open and closed eye visuals were beautiful, everything was like kinda drawn in a cartoon-ish way? Everything was melting and I was a part of it, felt like I was dying and rebirthing with each breath i took, I remember also watching an instagram reel and feeling like this specific reel put me into a weird time loop everytime I watched it, like a kind of deja-vu? Anyways that's kinda everything I remember, i'm definitely going insane lmao

Have anyone tried to trip on Mirtazapine? If so how was the trip? And how long did it last?

Read somewhere that it has a psychedelic deliriant effect in higher doses. The trip reports I’ve read are too short and vague

Let's say What if there's a crazy deranged man that mutilates and eats people but from his point of view and what he sees is he's protecting and helping them like it's a entirely different world through his eyes

Has he sinned or since he was just taking to the people and preaching the word of god through his eyes

Day 1, my first time with lemon tek method. Measured out 1.5g dry Golden Teacher. I used mostly the caps as I was under the impression I would enjoy them more. Ground up and put into a loose tea bag. Soaked in lemon juice for 30 minutes. Squeezed to release stored juice. I saved the remains and refrigerated them in a lemon juice soak, 48 hours, which was added to my next trip. Empty stomach, but consumed Kratom about 6 hours prior. 2 Advil taken before.
Effects started with very mild visuals, and some personal introspection reminiscent of a friend seeking to comfort a friend but who also wanted to see his friend do better for himself. Very slight nausea but also much better than any other trip without lemon tek method. Some anxiety, but soon anxiety melts away as the trip commences. I am staying at an Air bnb that is inside of a private Japanese garden. I roam the garden, enjoying the feeling of living and feeling as if I was enjoying the park with the mind of a young child. My memory was very brief and I found myself enjoying the beauty of everything around me. All in all it was a playful and pleasant trip and I felt glad of it.

48 hours later, I grinded up the remained 2.0g, which consisted of mostly stems, and soaked for 30 minutes inside tea bag. I squeezed the remaining juices and added the left overs from the previous trip, although however that may have affected it, I would find it impossible to guess. This trip started with more nausea. I took 2 Advil again but it had been much more than 12 hours since I last took Kratom. I take Kratom everyday for back pain.
After the trip was starting, I started to feel awful because the pain wasn't being mitigated by the Advil enough and I felt like the trip wasn't happy I was coming into it with what was starting to increase and increase like it always does into debilitating pain. I had wish I had dosed some Kratom closer to the trip but at this point I could not. But quickly I began to sob as I started to emotionally vent to myself and my soul and body that I was so tired and sorry that my body hurts all the time and that I want to get better and I want to return to normal and be happy and more myself again. The pain and the shrooms started becoming more overwhelming and I cried for what feels like a couple hours but I suppose may have been an hour or two. It sucks because I'm in pain all the time and I don't treat the people I love as good as I want to because I'm constantly fighting this awful nagging feeling and I'm so overwhelmed but I still have to do better by those people because it's not their fault.
Anyways, eventually the trip feels like it's letting up, but it's kinda tricky because I start to feel normal then another moment I'm sobbing again. I'd say after like 4 hours it's over and I do feel like I got ran through the washing machine, so hopefully I can do better with stress.

Anywho, im all over the place. 2 trips, 72 hours. Don't regret it. Love you all. Enjoy and stay well.

Background: 230lbs and 6’1” I’m decently experienced in psychedelics and love to explore the universe that exists within my brain to show what kind of a person I am without the blindfold of an ego. I’ve done acid three times and mushrooms around 10, of those experiences two (now three) ego deaths have been because of the mushrooms. Trip report: I decided to eat 5g around 5:30pm, I had the intention of it being a chill trip (as I for some reason usually need more than the average person) where I would be able to watch some videos about perspectives, philosophy, even science. Around 20 minutes in, I started to notice very subtle effects, waves of energy, heat and happiness starting from my head down to my toes. It was a good feeling and It made me feel good about what I was about to dive into. Colours started to change slightly as well. This is where my memory starts going to shit, so bear with me as some gaps may be present in this report. About an hour in I’m definitely feeling the effects, everything feels wet for some reason and my skin has a plastic wrap appearance, my eyes are as wide as a boulder, my wall which is very wrinkly, started to make patterns that looked like a dry desert with cracked mud everywhere, and my carpet was especially strange as the flowers that make it up weren’t even flowers anymore, they were just patterns dancing around together like a bunch of royals in a ballroom, it was pleasant. I decided I wanted to go out the smoke a half gram joint I had (great idea as it really pushed my trip past the tipping point, which is what I usually want). I don’t remember the walk outside but I remember sitting on the bench and lighting up the joint, the flick of the lighter was so bright I couldn’t see anything around it, the joint catches fire nearly singeing my eyebrows off, I freaked out but started laughing cause it was funny for some reason. I hit the joint, but every hit its like my face nerves were swelling with some sort of warm fluid, the visuals started getting a bit more intense as well, as the fluid started to “buildup” in my face, the visuals started throbbing, patterns of blue, red and green started covering the concrete to make a nice little morphing walkway, my perception of my height was also thrown off as I felt very small, making me wonder if im walking while bending my knees (which I was). I make it back to my dorm, still not having the full on trip I wanted, I put on a show and was expecting this to be the peak of the trip. I put on a show about ancient Egypt, it fascinated me. This is where things get intense, I look up at my wall and I’m seeing beings beyond what I could even comprehend, they weren’t talking, just spinning, they then blew up into a million little dots that kept splitting in half and changing colours (if you could even call it a colour, it was a colour I swear I have never seen) and then quickly “running” back into each other again to complete the original dots, this goes on for eternity and I stare at the wall with my mouth open, drooling and my nose running violently. Then a sort of jump it in my memory happens, the lights and my computer are off, all I can feel is colours pouring out of every hole in my body, sounds from outside creating a rubbing sensation that feels as if my whole body is in a massage with 1000 hands, my head getting shrunken and enlarged, and I feel like I getting peeled like a banana, all my vulnerabilities were exposed, and I felt like I truly died, nothing made sense, no memories, no universe, nothing, just me in this empty place where I simple exsist. the weirdest part after sitting in this void, was when words of what felt like ancient wisdom were so loud, my ears were ringing. I couldn’t understand English, but I could understand what that being was talking to me about, my memories. The being that was on the wall before wasn’t visible, but I could definitely hear it, it was using a language based on my memories, it was showing me how perfect other people lives around me are, then showing me how not perfect my life was because of the choices I made, I never had the proper childhood as everything in my life (since I was in grade 1) has been full of horrible mistakes that tore my family apart, especially my mom. I couldn’t feel emotions however, I was an observer, unbiased in my thinking, only observing what mistakes I’ve made in my life and how it screwed almost everyone around me up, then all of a sudden this feeling of hopelessness washed over me as I reminisce about my childhood, the happiness and joy that came with everything, the innocent me that never wanted to do bad, always had dreams and a love for anyone I knew, then it went sour, I started reflecting with the being on if everyone’s life is really as perfect as it says it is. Then I realized how fucked up everyone in my life was, my dads drug and gambling addiction, my Aunty’s drug addiction, my friends, coworkers, boss, teachers, then a realization hit me, we are all fucked up, and all we can do is live with that, move on with our life and embrace that it’s apart of the human experience to make big and small mistakes, it’s how you grow from it that matters. The being then showed me how my dad was in a very similar situation as me, but he fought and ended up in a life that gave him a purpose and a reason worth living, yes he has to deal with those disturbing memories but his good life outweighs the bad now. The being then showed me how much ive grown, starting from the day I decided I want a successful future, to now. It explained how I’m in a very transitional position in life and these feelings I’m feeling are normal, and that instead of think about how I could’ve ended up, think about how I want to end up. It then feels like I get kicked in the back of the had and boom everything is normal, no visuals, no headspace, just a feeling of satisfaction and peace.

This seems like a very mediocre life lesson but just reliving painful memories that i have buried and locked for no one to know, all of a sudden get later out by some ancient being that knows everything about me is kinda fucking mind bending, as well as seeing things beyond comprehension, because how in the fuck is it possible for you own mind to make something that it doesn’t even know what it’s looking at.

Did a mix of a few things nearly died So i'd like to share ny experience with drugs that had me nearly dying. So first of all i'm very sorry for my bad english. So it was before 2 years since that experience i do not Take mdma no more especially in the mix with other things. So the evening started and we've planned that we just wanna drink and maybe snort some lines of amphetamine. There the evening started we all got very wasted and at one certain Point a friend of mine pulled out tilidin and benzos so i decided to take them because he said all will be fine . So i was tripping very hard because of the mix of alcohol Amphetamine benzos and a tilidin. So then we moved inside and still dont wanted to go to sleep so we decided to do some mdma. I was tripping so fucking hard. I had very weird dreams and just can hardly remember this evening. The next morning we went outside to chill with friends I threw up Like 30 times in 2 hours and i could'nt drink anything at all without puking. I was so dehydrated that i nearly passed out so i went Home. There was a lil fight so i called the police my parents told them what was happening what i did and stuff like that. So the police walked into my room and asked me a few questions that i had'nt answerd so they left with the words that i can be happy that i'm still living. A few weeks before i am writing this post i found an lettre that i wrote with what i did and that was insane. So please dont do this be aware of the mixture!!!

I just typed all of this out. If you enjoy reading this, please let me know. I wanted to do this for my first few trips but ended up not doing it.

I also want to say that my intentions were to have a fun little time and listen to some cool music or make love to my wife or watch tv. I wanted a cool little psychedelic experience, just for funsies. It was only 2g after all. This ended up being quite a bit more powerful than when I took 5.5g. That was 8 days before so I was counting on tolerance to make this not very strong too. I had lots of residual bad feelings from last time but it was all very important for this trip to affect me like this. Also, this is my 4th trip. Started a few months ago. Anyway, here’s the trip! Enjoy!

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While hunting and hanging in a tree, completely miserable and very VERY beat up from the hike in, I decided I would trip on mushrooms despite having taken 5.5g 8 days prior. I wanted to see if tolerance is as serious as some say. That trip was awful and I think it was because my son was awake and I was very nervous about my responsibility to take care of him even though my wife was taking care of him. I decided to wait until he went to bed around 6-7 before I took them. I also figured it would be a great time to try lemon tek because I wanted the whole thing to g to only last a few hours. I’m VERY serious about my bedtime because sleep is of utmost importance for health and stress management.

I have always tripped on an empty stomach and the effects hit me anywhere from 3 minutes to 30 minutes. This time I ate dinner around 3:30 to give me time to digest. I ate a full bowl of chili my wife made with a bunch of cheese and hot sauce. It was delicious (obvi). I was nervous this would make the trip come on very slow. I ended up accepting my fate and I was ok that it would happen later than I’d like and I would inevitably go to bed way later and get likely an awful nights sleep. Oh well.

Around 6, after baby boy was taken to his bedroom by my wife, I prepared 2g dried cubes powder in 1-2oz 100% lemon juice (squeeze bottle). I then ate a fresh banana to try to help with nausea. I wanted to wait at least 20 minutes to let it really do its thing in the lemon juice. I ended up stopping the wait after 15 minutes so I could get this show on the road. I opened a Waterloo Cherry sparkling water to chase it because it smelled like puke. Yuck. I took the glass to the sink and downed the whole thing. The lemon juice was delicious. The mushrooms were fucking disgusting. I rinsed the glass with water and drank that a few times to make sure I got every bit that I could.

I walked in the living room and sat down with my wife, who was watching Harry Potter. The characters were talking about death eaters or something and I figured this would not be good for my trip. Too spooky. So I went and grabbed my AirPods as a backup plan and sat back down. I started feeling the weird energy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Anxiety and excitement washed over me.

“How are you feeling” wife asked.

“Not sure, I think I’m feeling it but it could just be some nausea” I responded.

We continued watching it as my stomach fluttered around and the feeling started spreading. This is definitely it. I checked my watch and it was 6:32. Wow, that was fast.

I decided Harry Potter was DEFINITELY too scary for this so I popped in my AirPods. I told wife I was going to listen to some music. I felt like I wanted to lay down but couldn’t figure out how or if that was a good idea. The nausea was strong this time. Just like the last trip. Fuck. I realized I was starting to get to spiral. This was turning bad fast.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, very aware that it may look like I’m having a bad time. That’s because I was having a bad time. I felt my face buzzing. My eyeballs were stretching and lights because harsh. I didn’t want my wife to ask about it because I knew that I would have to be honest and that would make it all real, just like last time. I got to the bathroom and started to pee. Holy shit, I thought. That was a lot. I could smell everything in the bathroom. It was disgusting. My bathroom doesn’t usually stink, but when I’m on mushrooms, I smell EVERYTHING. Yuck.

I walked back out and sat on the couch. I then laid down. I remembered that my headphones were in so I decided to play some music. What better choice than Ray Lynch’s Deep Breakfast.

This was an album I used to listen to as a very young boy every night when I went to sleep. I stopped listening to it at some point in my childhood, not sure when. I know I’ve tried to listen to it in adulthood but for some reason I had INTENSE emotional response to it. So I never touched it again. Until tonight that is.

Celestial Soda Pop, the first song on the album started to play. Immediately it freaked me out so I changed it to Radiohead, my favorite band. I played OK Computer starting at Subterranean Homesick Alien. I noticed I definitely did not like the noise canceling tone from my AirPods. Something that I usually tune out, but I couldn’t tonight. It made my mind feel very tense. Still it was pretty cool.

The nausea was still there and I was understanding from last time that it is likely a big factor in causing a bad trip. Nothing I could do about it though so I just tried to ignore it. It came in waves. I would start feeling very sick in my stomach, then it would start swelling up to my mind. It was like a mushroom ocean tide.

I closed my eyes and just listened to the music. I was glad that I did a lemon tek and the peak wouldn’t last very long. I was anticipating the comedown to start after an hour. What is time though. I checked my watch and read the time but couldn’t quite understand what it was exactly that I was trying to figure out. Hmmm. Back to closing my eyes.

That’s when the closed eye visuals started. What looked like sunspots, or that spot you get from looking at a bright light, was present. It started to grow and morph. It danced around and then the colors started. I saw a crazy kaleidoscope of patterns and colors dancing around to the rhythm of the music. Very cool. Still feeling very uneasy though. The kaleidoscope dissolved away into a huge open space that seemed like it was under water. These beings started dancing around. They looked like psychedelic octopuses with extremely long tentacles. The feeling I had for them was intense, like they were beautiful. I kept feeling aroused and didn’t know why. Why am I so sexual. Why does this always happen to me. I have to make everything about sex. They were just so beautiful though.

As each song came to an end, the scenery changed. It was all still underwater but each song presented a new location with new beings. Sometimes bubbles, sometimes not. Each song had its own tinged color for the scene. It was all so cool but it still felt wrong somehow. There’s that nausea again. Then I remembered the tidal forces of psilocybin. I realized I was raising up on this massive ocean swell and it was about to hit my mind. My whole body was buzzing. I could t feel this intense pleasantry in my feet.

When the swell hit my mind, it started sliding down the wave like it was surfing. I wasn’t seeing any of this though, just feeling it. I noticed I was breathing very deeply and slowly. I also noticed the scene started spinning. I felt hornier and a big mix of euphoria and hell. That’s when she reveled herself.

What I saw was portions of this very intimidating but nurturing feminine presence. Her legs looked like something from a cyber themed horror movie. They were black and had glowing patterns all over. I can’t describe the color of the patterns because I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a color. Like it’s something my mind made up. The background was firey red\ orange. She never spoke words, but communicated through feelings. She told me that she was in charge and my guide or something. She told me that it’s going to be ok. I felt awful at this point and realized I had felt regret for this entire experience. I regretted taking these and wished for them to do their thing quickly so I could just go to bed. She told me to stop fighting and succumb to her will.

Pause: At some point I turned the music to Jon Hopkins. :Unpause

She focused on my ever present horniness. She turned into this sexy dominatrix type. I tried to get her to have sex with me and she unleashed a little bit of her power to destroy me a little and put me back in my place. That scared the shit out of me. She told me to sit back and shut up. She said she is in full control of everything and if I don’t listen to her, she would hurt me in unfathomable ways. She wasn’t being mean, she was warning me. She was a guide for me after all.

Feeling so helpless, I listened to her. I felt that tidal nausea again and I just forced myself to relax into it. She told me that was exactly what I was supposed to do and she became friendly and nurturing again. Motherly in a way. That’s when my mind started melting and I think I really experienced ego death. I felt my teeth fit together as I softly clenched my jaw. I wasn’t sure what was happening though. I started twitching my fingers, arms, and legs like I did when I dropped 5.5g last time. I tried moving my mouth to get a sense of what was happening to it. I could t really move. It felt like my brain was short circuiting. It was frightening but awe inspiring. My mouth started melting and what I felt in my teeth seemed like it was actually my lips, then like it was actually my chest. My heart was racing but I could t figure out where it was. I could t figure out what it was. Who I was or even what I was.

I had no idea what was happening or how I’d gotten here. It was like I have always been here and I always will be here. I tried to think of other people like my wife or my family or neighbors or strangers or anyone. But I realized they never existed. I never existed. The only thing that has ever existed was this place and this feeling. The buzzing on my face I felt earlier, I no longer had a face so it was my mind that was feeling this. It was my mind that was feeling everything. My mind has never existed and never will, so it was like I was some sort of glowing energy. There was no I, only this energy that I can only describe as my spirit or my soul. It doesn’t look human because there is no humans ever to exist. This was in a new dimension. Our dimension has never existed. I could t remember anything, because there was nothing to remember. Remembering has never existed. The only thing ever and forever was and is this feeling. Terrifying and awe inspiring. Euphoric and helish. Everything you could ever feel was nothing compared to this feeling that we’ve always felt and have always been.

This mushroom goddess told me that this is what I needed to see. Nothing has ever mattered and nothing will ever matter. It’s just me and her but she is me and I am you. We are all one and nothing at all.

She then told me to change the music back ti Deep Breakfast. She said it’s time I face whatever this is. She told me I’d be ok. She told me she would keep me safe, but I had to face this. So I opened my eyes and went to the bathroom.

I was standing over my toilet and the visuals were insane. I was seeing the splash from me peeing dance around. I realized that I was tripping hard as fuck. Like even harder than 5.5g. I went back and laid down and put on Deep Breakfast again by Ray Lynch starting with Celestial Soda Pop. Then I closed my eyes.

The visuals started again with the sunspots morphing, but this time into thousands of little glowing maggots, writhing around and changing the overall shapes. Then it dissolved again into the cosmos, or the wide open space where the mushroom goddess was waiting for me.

I listened to the song start and thought the intro was weird. Then it got weirder. I fell back into my trance of unknowing. The feelings started to hit me again like a soft butterfly with the force of a nuclear explosion. As I listened to the music, I got this feeling of innocence. I pictured me as my child, but it was also my son, and then my father. It was me again and I was laying in bed after playing all day. I was getting some rest but looking forward to playing more the next day. The music played through my boombox that I got one year for Christmas or my birthday. It was beautiful. My eyes welled up with tears and it felt like a sad expression washed over my face. But didn’t have a face. I was my spirit.

The goddess told me to stop fighting and to pay attention. This may be the most important lesson I will ever learn. So I kept listening. I peeled back every feeling to find this feeling of innocence. The innocence every child has. This beautiful feeling of blissful ignorance to how cruel and scary and frightening and hateful our world is. The pain and agony that’s experienced by every being every day forever and ever.

I held this innocence and felt that it had been taken from me. By who, I don’t know. I think it was likely taken from me by myself. I grew up. I learned about pain and suffering. I experienced the surge of testosterone in puberty that turned me into a being capable of sexuality. The dirty nasty feelings that all of us love and enjoy that is sex. I grew to understand and harness hate to destroy my enemies in my mind. I learned about goals and to disregard beauty to be able to obtain them. To always chase the next big thing, never content with anything ever.

This innocence has been buried in a mountain of shit and me as a little boy was being tortured for eternity trying to be playful and innocent. He was sad and scared and confused. He was lonely. He didn’t know what was happening. He just wanted it to stop. He just wanted to play. He just wanted to be happy again.

The goddess revealed herself once again. She said that’s enough. You’ve seen enough for now. I love you and you’re going to be ok. She kissed me in a nurturing way and left. I spiraled again. I opened my eyes to make sure I wasn’t crying. I didn’t want my wife to see this. I was ashamed. I thought back to child me and felt remorse. I told him I’m sorry and that I love him.

My wife asked if I was ready for bed. I said yes. She walked upstairs and I wandered around downstairs trying to remember what exactly it was that I need to do before I go upstairs for bed. Then I remembered bit by bit. Give my dog a treat. Close and lock the doors. Tuck my dog in and give him a kiss good night. I hugged him and told him I love him. I went to the bathroom again and realized I was still tripping absolute fuck right now. I checked my watch and it was 8:00. Still didn’t know what that meant or why I checked. I peed again and went upstairs. I climbed in bed and told my wife good night. I closed my eyes and went back into the cosmos to face whatever else I needed to face.

This and the rest of the night ended up being reflection. I tried remembering as much as I could. I realized that while this was scary and intimidating, I can’t wait until the next time. This has been quite the experience. I saw things that I could never even fathom. It was like witnessing a nuclear explosion from the epicenter and having your whole body torn away and melted away, leaving only the very core of your existence.

After hours of trying to sleep and reflecting, and going to the bathroom over and over and over again, I finally fell asleep. I woke up this morning to my wife kissing me goodbye as she went to work. I slept a little more and when I woke up the second time, I went down stairs. I went about. Y typical morning routine. I turned on my sound system and played Deep Breakfast again to bask in the beauty of what I just experienced. I had also woken up my son, who was playing with his toys.

As the music played, I reflected back on my experience. I cried and I cried hard. I haven’t cried in years. I wanted to so bad but I just couldn’t. Something was blocking it and this was the first step at taking the blockade down. I picked up my boy and hugged him and told him I love him. He smiled and kept playing and babbling.

What an experience. So powerful.

I found conflicting evidence on the combination of these two substances and decided to try it out at a low dose here's my results:

30mg oral mdma 4mg sublingual ondansetron

It was incredible body/head high, relieved all nausea and felt equivalent to 100mg mdma. Difficulty digesting water, had significant temp regulation issues, was outside in 40°F and my extremities were cold yet my core was burning up.

Lesson: use with caution, dose low on mdma and have lots of electrolytes, don't have compounding conditons that make it difficult to process water, have an ice bath or cold outside to cool your core in case of emergency.

last night i was going to some haloweenparty with a friend, turns out he got sick so he had to cancle, however i was fuly prepared to have a great trip so went to another friend. when starting the trip i took 50mgs of 2cb the comeup was slow but early on it was clear to me ill be having a heavey trip exactly what i came here for.

after some tripping i start moving towards the peak so i take another 25mgs of 2cb at this point my friend invites another guy whom takes with him his legal druggs , most interesting ones are 4-ho-met(sysnthetic psylocibe) and dmt(ncob dmt oxolate) my friend takes 17mgs of 2cb and 1 hour later we both take 21mgs of the 4-ho-met wich greatly intensifies the visuals we continue tripping for a few hours patterns start to really get insanelynbeautifull still i am on a relative clear mind tho

after it starts to cool down a bit we take another 21 mgs of 4-ho-met wich prolongs the trip further right after this last one kicks is we start smoking dmt. im unable to hold the dmt vape sadly sk i put it in my joint, people keep telling me i cant do this but i do it annyway, the 4-ho-met had great visuals but after taking hits of my dmt joint the visuals become 100 times more complex and intense i love it

we took our first dose around 10 in the evening, we took our last hit of dmt at 6 in the morning and we were seeing patterns for another 7 hours after that last dmt hit i call it a great success trip wise but instarted this trip to find my bounderies and somehow i didnt have enough psychedelics to find them😂

edit:forgot to tell, i also smoked a few grams of weed during this experience, but as a fulltime smoker i didnt think of mentioning it :)

Hey, so I am a beginner psychedelic user, only done acid twice before this experience and they went well. Well about a week ago, me and a couple buddies took 2 tabs each at about 6pm (not sure exactly how strong they were, around 100ug) and for the first 4 hours, the trip was going like usual. Though at around 10:00 pm, we decided to smoke some bowls which ultimately wasn’t the best decision. At around 10:30 we were talking and all of a sudden my trip completely changed, my friends were talking when they started make no sense at all and when I tried to talk to them I didn’t make any sense, then all of a sudden it felt as if all the energy acid gives you disappeared and the hallucinations stopped, leaving me extremely confused, about to go into the peak of my trip. As I was completely jumbled I decided to go lie down in a seperate room to try and understand what was happening (as at the time I thought I stopped tripping or something) this was a mistake, I began feeling stuck in this trip, feeling like I was in a time loop that would never end and that I wasn’t in my own reality, I began to have a bit of a existential crisis, I tried to focus on my own being and realise that eventually I would be fine, though it was incredibly hard to stay focused on that thought. Luckily my buddies came and checked on me, it was hard to explain what was happening at the time so I just tried to focus on a video and slowly became sane again. Though my trip returned a little bit it wasn’t the same as before, though I could tell I was peaking still.

Is this what it’s like to nearly have a bad trip, Anyone had a similar experience or heard of this happening before?

Now I’ve took shrooms a few times before (3G last couple times) and recently got into the possession of some more after a couple years without them. Also, I hadn’t smoked cannabis for a couple weeks prior to this and so I rolled a fat one up, popped 1g golden teachers using the lemon tek method. I admit I was pretty over confident going in, I mean it was only 1g… right?

Firstly the weed hit nicely like a warm blanket, just as I remembered and I was expecting a mild body buzz from the shrooms but nothing much more. Which began and then I realised I was going deeper and deeper and before long I realised I was actually tripping fucking balls. It all seemed to come on so sudden, Egyptian hieroglyphs floated around me (the eye of Ra I think?) and other strange symbols and glyphs in a neat line whizzing past. A fucking schoolteacher like jester guy propelled me way above the earth into the cosmos to float around neon objects.

It was intense but enjoyable, however I remember thinking I had work the next morning and needed to come down, a cliche beginner mistake, trying to fight against the effects and the trip ended up taking some unpleasant turns as I fought against the headspace. It took about 4-5 hours for the “trip” to end.

I guess I’m just astonished a small amount could do this to me, maybe the tolerance break from weed and then smoking some had something to do with it. So, has anyone else tripped from small amounts before?

About 3 years ago I decided to start taking mushrooms. It was my second time trying them and I decided to do it with 3 of my buddies and 1 person tripsitting us, but our tripsitter was very unexperienced and unprepared for what was going to happen. We bought a oz of shrooms and some weed (all in a legal state). Each of us took 4.5 grams, it may have been to much but it was a fun experience. We took the shrooms in his basement on peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches. We waited for the shrooms to kick in for about 30 minutes before I started to feel a deep tingling sensation and a slight loss of hearing. Around this point still on the comeup we had the idea to go for a walk. As we started to walk down this very dark rual backroad, I began to trip harder and harder. It was about 2am in the morning about an hour into the trip I began to peak, as I looked at the trees I saw them deforming and almost coming alive, it was like they were pointing at something and trying to tell me something. While all this is happening I hear my trippsitter yell, "holy shit it's a car" we all start running in different directions as fast as we could. I was lost by myself in the middle of a corn field and it went on for as long as I could see and right in the middle of it I saw a town but it was not a actual town it was just as if you outlined a 1920s western town in L.E.D lights and you could just see the glowing outline I remember seeing it and I began to run to it. Eventually as I was running I fell in a ditch that was by the road that ran through the corn field. I fell in the ditch and just layed there in the warm water because I couldn't get up. Around 10 minutes after that one of my friends found me who had a phone. We realized we were about 2 miles away from the house. I couldn't move my entire body so he began to carry me up a nearby hill trying to carry me back to the house. He ended up laying me on the road and calling one of our other friends. He drove his car and picked me up I road in the bed and got back to the house where I walked to the basement, and watched a movie till I fell asleep.

Has anyone done it, can you share your experiences .

To set the scene, I’m in bed wearing an eye mask and ear plugs. It’s about numbing the senses and that leads to deeper out of body type experiences.

So as I’m hitting the vape pen, I some how was able to hit it at the end of a trip. This some how allowed me to take hits while already experiencing out of body vision.

The waiting room I landed in was different than my previous experiences. This room had alchemical lab equipment. The walls were made of stone. It looked like it was built 500 years ago.

In the room gravity is lifted and what floats through the air are rollled up scrolls 📜 . I could command the scrolls to appear in front of me. And what was contained in those rolls was spooky stuff; lot of drawings of human anatomy. Very strange.

All of a sudden I look to my left and I see a middle age man with black hair and well kept beard. He was wearing all black. He had a magic wand in his hand🪄 . He gestured to me what he was about to do with wand. He threw it across the room. The wand slowly rotated as it hit the wall. Then the room shattered from the wand’s impact. As the room crumbled a new one came to form. Then the wand floated back to me. I then threw the wand and same thing happened. Room falls apart for new room. It felt like we were ascending higher dimensional realms with each new room.

Something very strange ended up happening. Like I said I was able to keep hitting the vape while all this visionary was happening. And the vape ran out of juice. I could taste the burnt and the next room that appeared was smoldering from a fire. Which is such a strange play of the senses.

So as we ascend we start ascending faster and faster. Also my memory of my self was fading. Kept fading away till I almost completely lost myself. Suddenly, I felt electricity enter the back of my neck. It was startling like being shocked.

All of a sudden I heard a voice. The voice was feminine and seductive. She says, “we have been watching you, we like the way you are approaching us through the experience. I’m part of a group of fairy angels that look after life on this planet. We are giving you a rare opportunity to join our band of gypsies. Do you want in?” I said “yes”

After saying yes, a huge castle room where you might see a king sitting. The walls were stone, like the lab. There are some fairly basic add ons like windows and pillars up to the ceiling of this huge room. Then I see this grail rise in the middle of the room and the angels started singing beautiful sound I’ve never heard before. It sounds like beautiful harmonics but electrical. “Bzz bzz bzz”

And as they sang the grail began to overflow with a liquid that looked like honey and the overflow melted down the grail, but not like honey; more like candle wax. There were also angelic symbols/letters oozing with in that honey liquid. The symbols were bold rainbow colored

Now as they sang, they said, “join us!! “ and then I started doing the “bzz bzzz bzz” with them. And while all this is happening, I feel like I’m being hypnotized and seduced. My body felt an ecstasy that seemed humanly impossible. But there it was.

After we got done singing, I got sent back to my body. I felt incredible. I was initiated, but what I was initiated for was well beyond my understanding at the time. But almost immediately after that experience, almost all of them were shared with magician entity. He taught magic and rituals.

There’s a lot to take in. I don’t want to get into it right now. Spent enough time writing this report.

My conclusion on the grail, it is the grail I people search for. I did consider myself to be interested in grails before this experience. People go on quest for the grail and rarely would one find it. And they say after you find it, it will change your life in unexpected ways. So true…even though I was not searching for the grail, the grail found me. Apparently they thought I was worth their time.

A couple days ago me and my friend took some shrooms while I was staying over at his house for a night. When I had taken mushrooms before I had taken an 8th of a kind I don’t know the name of so I thought I would just do the same this time. When I got them the 8th was just one large mushroom instead of the multiple smaller shrooms I’ve had before but I took the whole 8th while my friend took about a 16th. 20 minutes after me and my friend are walking in a park and I instantly realized I took to much. Normally for my other trips it would take me 40 minutes to an hour to feel anything, but while I was walking I couldn’t feel my body and it was like I was flying across the side walk. Once I knew I was gonna trip balls we went back to his house and just relaxed in his room.

There was barely any build up to the peak of the trip, as soon as I got into the room and tried to take my shoes off it looked like my feat where melting into the floor. I eventually got into some pajamas and laid down but the entire room was melting and glowing around me, even my body was completely unrecognizable. Maybe 30 minutes into the trip I started getting paranoid about stupid stuff. We had saw a cop earlier and a stranger had screamed out there car window at us earlier while walking(that wasn’t a hallucination I swear). My friend who is much more experienced in shrooms calmed me down and told me everything would be ok(it’s also important to know that his family was in the house during this).

He then left the room to brush his teeth and has soon as he left the room I got chills down my spine and all my visuals stopped, it was like I went completely sober. I heard a loud crashing noice, almost like a bang and then heard his mom outside the door speaking and it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I heard her say “he shot himself in the head, I don’t think he’s breathing”. She sounded panicked but collected enough that I assumed that she was on the phone with 911. I stood there completely frozen, I wanted to go outside and see what happened but I already told myself I wouldn’t leave the room at all because of how much I was tripping. I then heard people crying as a truck started outside. I pulled back his curtains to look outside and red and blue light from an ambulance and cop car filled the room. As soon as I looked through the window I also heard the siren of an ambulance and it was deafening. I fell onto his bed and was to terrified to cry. I completely thought that my childhood friend had shot himself.

I had heard the horror story’s of people killing themselves on bad trips so I believed my hallucinations to be real. The idea to take the shrooms was mine so I thought it was my fault he had a bad trip and killed himself. But right as I was starting to think about what I’ve done he walked back into the room, he was perfectly fine and his family where casually talking right next to the door. The visuals and colors I was seeing before came back instantly and it was just like before he left. I didn’t tell him about I just went through until the next morning because I didn’t want to ruin our night(mine was already ruined I just wanted him to have a good time)

Tbh I have no idea what triggered those hallucinations. Every other time I’ve tripped of shrooms or acid I’ve never heard or seen anything that real or that scary. When I think of that night I still get chills

Mushrooms are magic and sometimes absolutely terrifying

I Took 2 Tabs and Got Stranded in the Middle of Nowhere with a Dead Phone

So, I’m 17, and I ended up stranded on the road while tripping. My phone died, and things got really intense. I started running, saying random stuff, feeling like I was being chased by demons. Out of nowhere, it felt like these demons were ripping out of my chest, telling me things like "You’re gonna die," "You don’t know who you really are," and "You’ll be different." And honestly, I was different forever after that trip.

The demons kept chanting, "We own you" and "We control you." At one point, it felt like my brain split in two, and they said they had taken half of me and that next time they’d take it all. I yelled, "No, I’m keeping my soul!" but they responded, "You’ll never say no. You’ll never disobey. You are nothing."

I just kept sprinting until I made it home, and I’ve never tripped again since.