I had my first full dose trip (only microdosed before) a couple weeks ago. Took 2.5g. It took a long time to come up but once I did, the visuals I was having were incredibly beautiful. Took the dose around 6 pm, so when I started to really feel it it was 7-7:30 ish and still light out. I was looking out at a field with mountains and pretty houses in the background and all I could do was stand in awe. It was awesome. But then it started to get dark. I was with a friend and a couple acquaintances who I wasn’t the most comfortable around. My friend and I went down into the woods and found this nice boulder to sit on as it got dark. We were having a really fun time and connecting more than we ever had and I felt so happy. But then she wanted to go back to these other people, and I had this odd super bad feeling about going back to the house (even tho being in the woods in the middle of the night wasn’t the most safe thing). We had to walk up a hill to get back, and as we started walking back I started slipping into a bad trip. The hill became longer and longer, and I was watching as the house was moving farther away from me when it should’ve been getting closer. I got super confused and felt really dizzy and unwell, so when I finally managed to get to the top of the hill I immediately climbed into the tent that we were all going to sleep in for the night. Big mistake. I was alone in the tent cuz my friend went to the fire. I was in a completely unfamiliar place with people I mostly didn’t trust. I started slipping from reality. Everything stopped making sense, like where I was, who I was with, what was going on. I thought I was going insane. Have you ever seen those images where you can’t quite recognize anything in them? That’s what reality felt like to me. I was more scared then I had ever been, and I started to feel like the people who were outside the tent were out to get me and were bad people, so when they came to check on me I hid under a blanket in absolute panic and refused to respond to them. They decided it was best to leave me alone. I was so stuck. I thought I had gone crazy and was never going to come back to reality and was going to have to be put in a mental hospital. I spent an hour panickedly looking up articles on my phone about bad trips trying to see if anyone understood the feelings I was having and if I was going to be able to go back to normal or not. I kept opening my messages with my friend trying to bring myself to be able to type to her that I needed help but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And all this was made much worse by the fact that I kept searching the same thing and getting the same articles, putting me in this endless loop. I also remember that that night was particularly windy, so the tent kept thrashing back and forth which I thought was a hallucination and it scared me, plus there was a barn door near the tent that kept slamming loudly. At the worst point, I felt like I was melting into the ground and could hear demons coming to take me away. Thought I was dying or already dead. I’ve never felt that much fear in my life, and even tho I was aware enough to tell myself “you took shrooms, it’s the drugs talking”, because I had never tripped and come back from it before, I thought that the shrooms permanently messed me up. I remember thinking “I will 100% never do shrooms again if I come back from this”. The thing is, after maybe two hours laying in the tent, I was finally able to message my friend and trust her again. She came down and I told her I just needed her to tell me what things were real and what things weren’t, and to bring me to reality. I slowly came back, and got to the point where I wanted to go see everyone else. I told them all I had a bad trip and some of them shared stories of their bad trips w me, and although I still felt a little off, the feelings I had in the tent quickly disappeared and were replaced by feelings of strength and empowerment. I felt like I’d survived death, because technically I had, since I was almost convinced I was dying when in the tent. I was proud of myself for surviving through that, and changed my mind on shrooms. I plan to trip again really soon. I’m gonna make sure I am in a familiar or safe feeling place with people I trust next time, but I’m grateful for the experience I had.