So last night my friend (the same one who turned around and drove 2 hours to save me when I had a scary acid trip- so don't judge him harshly with what follows, ok?) had his chance to try my shrooms.
I am SO GLAD we did not trip together, as was the original plan.
This is a guy who is younger, larger, heavier than me, with lower body fat (being male) and no doubt a larger healthier liver. He has MUCH MUCH more drug experience than I (in a 'party' context but experience none the less) I have NO IDEA why what happened happened.
I carefully weighed out 3g of the same mushrooms as I took 3g of the day before. prepared them the same way, and he consumed them the same way. Then our paths diverged.
My comeup was about 20 minutes, and like a rocket screaming into space. His was approx an hour, and was much more gentle and enjoyable. I noticed him starting to yawn and blow his nose (I didn't have these effects) and that was the only way I knew it had kicked in.
Long story short, I can't describe someone else's trip, but let's say in a nutshell that it had distinct phases. Phase 1 He was rubbng his eyes and kind of huffing and puffing, and said 'it''s a lot like DMT'. we sat and watched Harvey Birdman (hehe) for about an hour. He was getting really fidgety so I suggested we go outside (as I REALLY wanted to be outside when I tripped on these shrooms).
We went out (he was staggering) and sat, and he seemed too be almost struggling, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head and saying 'this is fucked up'. I said it will be over soon so try to enjoy it, just go with it- he started talking then and talked non-stop for about 2 hours!! I wrote down a lot of what he said so he could read it later.
The first hour was pretty deep and full of meaning for him. He obviously had his own revelations and while he didn;t express them to me very clearly he said enough words that I was able to hopefullly write them down to remind him later.
ANywhoo (I am getting to the 'good' part) he seemed to become more and more almost manic, and I would say 'intoxicated' (I didn't feel intoxicated, just different), he fell off the bed (we were upstairs now because he said he wanted to lie down), then he poured a bottle of pepsi over my bed (grr), knocked some stuff off my dresser, basically trashed the place, non destructively. Like a bull in a china shop but not malicious.
Ok so at some point we went back downstairs. I wanted him to eat something as this had been going for about 3 hours by now and I felt like maybe some blood sugar would be a good idea. On reflection maybe I should have gotten him to smoke a lil weed, but I dunno, that didn;t occur to me. He sat back down and I went into the kitchen... and then I heard a CRASH!
I came running...
And he was in my mushroom room....
And he had thrown my FC on the floor and scattered everything everywhere :-(
Well. You can imagine how I felt. For about 5 minutes I was SO FUCKING WILD- he wasn't even sorry, he actually said 'Don't worry about it, come on!' and walked back out to the living room. I made him sit down again and put on the Animatrix (knew that would hold his attention) while I assessed the damage. This isn't about me so I'll get to the rest of his trip.
After I cleaned up, I wasn't mad anymore, he would NEVER do that, something else was driving. About an hour later he said 'I imagined that I did something to your mushrooms' :-/. Then he was so sad and sorry. He says he remembers doing it but has no idea what he was thinking, only that it wasn't to be mean to me, or anything like that. He said that for a long time he was sitting there trying to figure out whether I seemed sad/angry or was he paranoid. hahah. because he didn't think he'd done anything to make me angry.
Even after that when we were talking about his trip, he seemed confused and almost intoxicated.
I've never read about anyone reacting like this on mushrooms!