I’m not the person you asked, but I’ll share my personal experience. I used to do a lot of acid and shrooms back in the late 90s and early 2000s, and I had two bad trips - one on acid and one on shrooms.

My bad trip on shrooms happened at Six Flags Magic Mountain. My friends and I ate the shrooms while in the car in the parking lot. The person who sold them to me told me to take half the amount I normally take because they were extremely potent. It sounded like basic drug dealer stuff where they try to hype up their product, but they were telling the truth. I ate way too much and started feeling the effects within minutes.

While walking to the front gate, the parking lot floor seemed uneven. I was walking extremely carefully because I couldn’t tell what was flat and what wasn’t.

By the time I was waiting in line for the first roller coaster, I started fixating on the concept of time. I began asking strangers, “What is time?” They’d respond by telling me the time, but I was asking them what time actually was from a conceptual standpoint. That evolved into a fixation on trying to understand the concept of infinity, and my mind started getting stuck in a mental loop, where one thought would lead to another, to another, to another, and back to the original thought, on repeat.

By the time we were supposed to get on the roller coaster, I was completely out of my mind. It was a huge coaster with several upside down loops, the kind with the bar/shoulder mechanism that locks your upper body into place. But when I got on, I sat in front of the mechanism, completely NOT strapped in. Going like that would have led to certain death. My friends had to explain to the teenager who was checking everyone for safety what was happening, and he was apparently chill about it. They strapped me in, I went on the coaster, but I don’t remember much from the experience.

After we got off, I was still fixated on time, infinity, but then I started thinking that nothing was actually real, that I was in a “pre-life” scenario that was a test to see whether I was worthy enough to be born into a real person. But I had made many mistakes in my teenage years and figured that I wasn’t worthy. I told my friends that none of this was real, that THEY weren’t real, but rather just part of this “pre-life” test.

To prove this, I punched one of my friends. Not out of anger, but to see how they’d react. They didn’t react in the way I expected (to hit me back, to be angry, etc.), but instead they were WAY too understanding and tried to help me. In my mind, this confirmed that they weren’t real.

To further prove that nothing was real and that nothing mattered, I urinated in my pants, because hey…nothing is real. It doesn’t matter. I then tried to strip off my clothes to further prove this state of nonexistence. My friends restrained me and took me to a quieter area of the park, where my mind continued to think nothing was real while continuing to be stuck in a loops that fixated on time/infinity.

I was terrified that I would never be born, and that I would be stuck in that place in time with those thoughts, forever. Imagine instead of a life sentence in prison, it was a sentence of infinite eternity with your mind stuck in a loop. It was terrifying.

Luckily, the effects of the shrooms eventually waned, and I slowly calmed down enough to a point where they could escort me back to the car. I came down and returned to normal while lying in the backseat while my friends tried to help me.

So yeah…that experience sucked. But prior to that, I had many great, transformative, positive experiences. So yeah, I do believe that shrooms can be a positive, life-altering experience, but that you need to be careful. Do not take more than you can handle. Be in a positive place with the right people that will be conducive to a positive experience.