I did shrooms for the first time with my friends around a year ago, since then I've dosed acid probably five or six times, and started considering myself an "experienced psychedelic user." I met my girlfriend a few months ago and got her into this whole business. I decided I wanted a break from the acid and got myself a bag of 250mg 4-AcO-DMT. I thought 20mg would be a good dose for me, being relatively inexperienced with shrooms, and her for her first time.
We take two ginger root capsules each, wait a while, and then dose. Get in bed, watch Silicon Valley for a while, waiting for the come-up. 30 mins in, we feel a little funny.
Everything was good and fun for a while, we're playing with the bedsheets, giggling, listening to music, life's trippy, life's good. We sorta enter our own headspace, watching the roof spin, twist, breathe. The visuals were nutty, by far the most I'd ever had.
Then all of a sudden it seemed like time was going by way too quickly, and I got overwhelmed by everything. My stomach felt terrible from all the chips I'd eaten. Too sedated to do anything about it. All my troubles and anxiety caught up with me — stressed about classes and grades and time management, wondering why I take drugs when my life isn't in order. The music became terrifying.
I gathered the strength to look at my girlfriend, and she's just laying in bed smiling clearly lost in the music. Thank god she was doing okay, but I didn't want to bother or scare her. The visuals at this point were just absurd, the whole world looked like some cartoon, so I buried my face in the bed. Then I went to the bathroom and stared at the mirror — worst idea of my life. Saw that reflection turn into a million cube-eyeball looking things.
Got back to bed, calmed down somewhat, and decided to watch the puppy bowl to change the vibe. Best decision of my life — highly recommend the puppy bowl if you're ever having a bad trip. That turned everything around and I slowly came down.
What I learned: I am not an experienced psychedelic user and I cannot control my trips well. Don't take RCs at night in a poorly lit room. No more drugs until the weather gets better and I can have a good-vibes setting with sunlight. That stuff definitely gave me a much-needed reality check on my confidence with psychs and reminded me not to let my ego get the best of me.