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One time some friends and myself were hanging out in someone's living room. Shrooms were eaten. Everyone was having a good time. My friend had a stuffed monkey hanging from the corner. Someone pointed out the monkey, and it caused a bit a laughter. The friend who owned the monkey suddenly says in a confused voice "what about the monkey?"
Everyone got real quiet because we could sense his confusion. He started to ask about the monkey like it was involved in some secret we were hiding from him. Total paranoia.
It got much worse. His roommate (FORMER friend) had a loaded shotgun under his couch. Don't ask me why, other than macho stupidity. Anyway, the friend with the bad trip started to wonder out loud what was going to keep him from grabbing the gun and shooting everyone.
Thankfully the gun issue faded. I thought out loud that it may be better to get outside. The two other friends who were there, other than the bad-tripper and myself, wanted to go out to the balcony of their apartment, while I wanted to walk out the door and go outside. I thought nature would be good, as opposed to looking over some crazy parking lot. So, the two guys were outside on the balcony trying to get him to join them, as I was standing by the door leading outside trying to get everyone to go downstairs and walk outdoors. He started yelling about how he didn't know which one of us wanted to kill him, like he had to decide if they were going to throw him off the balcony or if I was going to take him outside and kill him.
It was pretty crazy. We did all end up going outside, where his paranoia downgraded itself to simple confusion. Judging from the writing of others here, it could have been much worse.
Oh, and Soul Coughing was playing on the stereo the whole time, I can't listen to them now without having flashbacks of that night!
Another friend had shrooms by himself and thought it would be fun to go into a Meijer (the big supermarket chain around here) and look at people. He was having fun, laughing at people and examining shoes, when he decided to just sit down at stare at people walking in the store. They soon started to look scary, he said he could read their darkest secrets and many of them were murderers and child molesters. Frightened, hew went to his car. The entire eighth of shrooms he took were in full effect, so he was too scared to drive. He had to piss, but was too terrified to go back into the store, so he sat in his car for 3-4 hours having to piss very badly being to scared to do anything. Sounds like fun. Oh, this same friend, a different bad trip, was certain he could communicate telepathically with his mother, to get her to sense he was in trouble. I don't think it worked...
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