Me and 2 others obtained a 1/4 oz of mushrooms, ate the whole quarter between us 3 and left my house to go to a party. In retrospect, not the best idea (the party was in a not-so-good area, and the partygoers were, for the most part, drunks and zanny heads.) By the time we arrive, I’d say T-30/45 mins after consumption, I was starting to get the first waves of shrooms. Upon entering, this place was a DISASTER. Trash everywhere, nowhere to sit, and the layout of the actual house reminded me of a demented funhouse. Down the stairs we go, into a puke green/yellow hallway deemed “the smoke room.” After a bowl I was talking with some friends when I stopped mid-conversation and toppled to the ground. It was like the ground heaved up at me and caused me to lose my balance. Everyone was crowding around me, asking if I was okay, and my only response was “It’s okay, I’m just trippin’” which no one understood… they thought I legitimately TRIPPED OVER. After pushing through the crowd and climbing the weirdest staircase I’ve ever seen, I made my way outside and proceeded to fall, again, on the side of the house. From where I had laid, I looked up at the stars and had some really cool visuals. It was like a TV screen on a static channel, all pixelated and constantly changing, except instead of black/white it was rainbow. I enjoyed that for a while, and when I sat up some people came over and sat down with us (me and my 2 friends). Apparently these people were affiliated with the house, but we got bad vibes from them. The guy was obviously zannied out, and the girl seemed to have no boundaries, as she grabbed my hat off my head and proceeded to wear it. We then went inside, only to be confused and bewildered once again. This house had the weirdest energy, and none of us felt comfortable. We sat on the porch, talking and joking for a while, until we decided to leave (T-2:00). The drive home was uneventful, no cops/drama. We got back to my house and I had some really great philosophical revelations. I was tripping really hard by this point, so we decided to play with some kaleidoscope apps on our phones. I usually get gastric distress from the fungus, so I was bouncing back and forth from the bathroom to the lair we created. After a little while, my 2 friends decided that they wanted to “go play,” but something inside me said not to. I begged them to stay, but they wouldn’t listen. After they left, I could still feel their energy close to mine, so I thought at the most they were in my backyard or walking around the neighborhood. In reality, they drove about 45 mins away and cruised some back roads. While they were gone, I laid in complete silence and had AMAZING kaleidoscopic visuals for about 10 mins, which was when I decided to go in my room and try to sleep (NOPE. STILL TRIPPING). Now this is where shit gets kinda weird. While I was laying in my bed, I thought I heard my friends’ laughter outside my window, so I decided to go outside and look for them. I peeked my head out & saw one car, but not the other (WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!). Then my mom decided to wake up and try talking to me… not cool. I went back in my room and sat for about 10 mins, until I got an overwhelming urge to contact my friends. They didn’t answer, and I sat with the uncomfortable feeling for a few minutes. When they called me back they had gotten pulled over and were being held in custody. Apparently right as I called them, the cops flicked on the lights…. I was in no position to figure out directions or organize ANYTHING, so I stupidly got my parents to talk to them and drive me to pick them up. Usually on the comedown of mushrooms I get into what I call “rewind mode,” where it basically feels like my brain is rewinding. The drive was horrible, I was extremely anxious and had no idea where we were, although I knew the area well. It didn’t help that the fields we were passing on the freeway were covered with fog. We arrived at the site & picked up one friend (the other stayed in custody all night). We had a good cry on the way home, smoked a cigarette and parted ways. I don’t think I will ever forget this trip, because of the intensity and the apparent psychedelic telepathy. Also, sorry this is so lengthy, it seems a lot shorter when I tell it in person.