detailed trip and how bad it went

To preface this I had tried shrooms once before in a pretty unsafe setting while I was fairly high so I didn't remember much of the trip .This time however I was both completely safe and sober.

I tried shrooms for the 2nd time a week or so ago and the trip was so strange. I snuck over to my friends house around 1am. Getting in through her window was pretty stressful but my dumbass didn't think about how I was going to get out. Once we both are in her room we bring out the mushroom. It was about 3.6g and we planned to split it. We both ate half of the stem and none of the cap. My friend( lets call her Dee) started laughing and rolling on the floor. Shit hit her like a freight train. It wasn't hitting for me yet and I was trying to quiet her ass down. I had brought some snacks so we were both eating mini donuts and candy. It started to hit a bit for me, I was still nowhere near the level my friend was at. She was watching YT and I got on her bed and started to stare at her tapestry. Her room while sober is pretty trippy. She has a lot of paintings, tapestry, lights, and posters that started getting pretty distorted. We both went to piss about 30 mins after consumption and i remember just struggling to figure out how a toilet paper roll works. It was around 2am and it wasn't hitting very much so I decided to go back and eat a bit of the cap. I nibled and then went to go lay down. Big mistake.

The next 30 mins were just me and Dee collectively blabbering nonsense, reporting our trip, and then coming to the conclusion we really fucked up by bringing me inside the house. Dee started stressing out about time. I needed to leave by 4am, it was around 2:30am. I couldn't just walk out of the front door of course, I had to leave the way I came. By window. Dee is insisting I just wait it out and I keep trying to explain in another 30mins we are not going to be able to function. PS- Trying to think logically, follow trains of thought, and remember what your end goal of an action while on a trip is NEAR IMPOSSIBLE.

Now me and Dee aren't the brightest bulbs on the X-mas tree to begin with so I was starting to get frustrated with how I couldn't continue one thought. I have ADHD so I struggle with focusing anyway, the shroons seemed to aplify by 100x. I had to get my bag together which took about 5 minutes. (I only brought my phone, a charger, and a jacket.) Also we couldn't just turn lights on and make as much noise as we wanted, we had to be quiet asf. We finally get all the stuff together and her dad leaves the living room and goes to his room. We are officially fucked. Their bedrooms are right next to each other and i still haven't left. We determine he is probably drunker than a sailor so we have a chance of getting out still. I get my shit, get on the window sill and now I'm looking down at the ground. Suddenly it looks like my feet are hanging off the edge of the empire state. My feet looked a million miles away. The window is definitely not "low" to the ground and being 5'1 doesn't help things but it was not as high as my mind was telling me it was. Dee was insisting that I needed to "Get the actual fuck out of her house right now." and stressing me out even more. So finally after 3 minutes of sitting there, I reach up to the top of the window and try to push myself out. Guess what my hand hits, A FUCKING WINDCHIME. That shit is so loud and Dee is basically ready to murder me.

I land on my ankle. I don't pay any mind and just run around the corner to her gate. Oh another problem, I CAN'T OPEN THE GATE. The latch is difficult to open in broad daylight while completely sober and now I'm trying to open it while tripping my ass off and in the dark. I run back to her window and tell her I can't leave. Dee is no help so I run back and finally open it somehow. I start walking my bike because I think there is no way I should be biking while on a trip. I've biked drunk and crashd numerous times so I thought it would be similar. After about 30 seconds of walking I realize my house is about 1.6 miles away and there is no way I can walk that. I jump on and the streets are like 50miles longer than usual and turns come out of nowhere. With the grace of god and some protective angel looking over me, I somehow don't crash and get to my back door safely. For some reason I can't feel my backpack but I check and its there. Getting into my house was the easiest thing in all of this. I just walked through my back door into my house, went to my room and made sure I had all the stuff. Dee made me bring the rest of the shroom home so now I had a plastic baggie with a cap in it. I was starting to get deeper into my trip but I had no idea what was to come.

When I walk into my room, it doesn't even seem like my room. Everything has a cartoony look. It looks like everything is a pillow. There is no sharp edges its all rounded and soft looking. I immediately start staring at the mirror. Im talking a good 30 minutes of just staring. I suddenly have the urge to go see my cat. I go down to the laundry room and sure enough shes sleeping in her bed. I swear animals know when you're tripping and act 10x wierder. I sit down and she sounds like an overheated mac book. Shes purring super loudly and I pick her up and set her in my lap. She continues this super loud purring and gets up and starts pacing. She is just pacing in front of me for what seems like hours. She starts doing circles around me and I get freaked out and leave the laundry room. I go to lay down and just relax for the rest of my trip.

Shit starts to get extra weird here. The only way I can describe it is if you have every single thought you have ever thunk go through your brain all at once for literal hours. I could feel the nerves in my brain working so hard to not explode or something. It started to give me a killer headache and I was also slightly freaking out. I thought I had fried my brain or something like that. from 5-7am my brain just continued to have millions of new thoughts every few seconds. It never followed on one or made any sense it was just starts of a thought and then a new one would come and replace it. I was panicking more and more. My search history was just "bad trip calm down" "trip calm" "shroom calm down" "bad trip help". My brain couldn't process any information in these videos or articles so I just shut my computer off. Finally at around 7am my brain got to this floating feelings. I couldn't feel any of my extremities like my arms and legs. My head was almost disconnected from my body. I got to this point where I was trying to hard not to think. I was able to get into this flowing water smoke trail headspace that was super relaxing but extremely hard to maintain. At around 10am I got up and stood up and immediately fell over from the pain in my ankle from falling on it. I look down and see a trail of bruises ranging from my upper thigh to lower calf, concentrated at my knee. Total of 19 bruises.

From saturday-wednesday I had a grueling headache that would last the entire day and would cause me to wake up in the middle of the night from the pain. I have no idea if this is connected but I started getting a fever on Saturday night, sunday morning. I carried a nonstop fever ranging from 100-105 for 4 days straight. Literally my only symptoms were the headache and fever. Needless to say, I will never do shrooms with a friend again for a very long time. If you are a first time or inexperienced user, do not do shrooms while in a stressful situation. If i could go back and change things I would have A) Not consumed so much and B) Done it alone.

TLDR; Don't do shrooms under stress, I thought I fried my brain