That was me when I tried mushrooms, everything was going great I was talking up a storm with my friend about world history and traditions and who knows what about the universe and then I felt like I needed to puke but couldn’t so I figured maybe it was a poop but that wasn’t much and I realized the mushroom was already in me and wasn’t getting out so I said I’ll just go to sleep and sleep it off.

Tossing and turning for hours I felt like I was going to die so I got my dogs to come sleep in my bed so I wouldn’t die alone, then hours later I guess I finally dazed off and I went I to the afterlife and saw how if you get buried your mind gets returned back to the main fungus and how our bodies are just things to spread the spore and why we like exploring so much so we can go die somewhere new and be buried and our mind will go into a hibernation where we see all the knowledge of everyone else who died there until eventually you get to choose when you want to go back out

For the next week or so I felt so paranoid and scared but eventually my existential crisis I was silently going through beforehand went away and I felt happy for what I had and just changed my perspective and priorities. I started going out for walks instead of trying to squeeze in some time for gaming, I just craved to be outside as much as I could.

I wouldn’t do it again but I’m glad I did it