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Input: Text: help me. i fucked up so bad. i don't know where i am. i don't know what is real and what is not. i think my computer and my phone is the only way i can communicate with the real world. fuck.

these were exactly my thoughts at the apex of my fuck up. 

i've never been a person to really use drugs or alcohol, but i decided to go on a hike with some friends where 7 (out of 8) of us decided to trip on shrooms. i've had my fair share with alcohol and weed, but i've always started out slow and built up a pretty good tolerance and gauge of my limits. this time however, i decided to start with 3 grams which supposedly is the regular dose (we found out later that the scale was broken and it was closer to 4 grams). for 5 of us, it was our first time. i took the lowest dose, with one of my friends taking 6 grams. 

we finally got to the beginning of the trail and we all ate our shrooms. the trail was about 1.3 miles long and we began walking. roughly 20 minutes in and my friends were beginning to trip, there was a nice waterfall or something at the end of the trail so we really wanted to make it; however, after half an hour or so we found a flat area where we decided we had to sit down.

until we sat down, i had felt little to nothing. then it hit me like a brick wall. almost immediately after sitting down, the ground beneath me starting moving. i've always been skeptical of hallucinogenics so i thought i was maybe just dehydrated from the heat. i drank water, and the trees started to move. i realized this shit was real, i was tripping. i saw light streaks, the trees moved like the optical illusion with leaves. i was feeling a lot of things at this time, just laughing a lot, it felt a little hard to breathe, but i was having a good time. the sky would turn from blue to green to purple and back to blue. i was just seeing crazy shit. this phase lasted from around 3pm to 5 pm. i was tripping balls but i still remember roughly what happened. after 5 pm...not so much.

the last thing i do remember between 5pm - 8pm is when my friends ask if we're ready to go. i think there's a general consensus of yes. 

i wake up in a car, with half of my friends. i think i've passed out for a long time. i check my phone..."8:30 pm". i think to myself, there's no way i was out for only 3 hours. if i was, how the fuck am i in a car? the only possible solution? i was in a dream.

i vaguely remember my friends being hostile to me, but for no reason. constantly telling me to "stop" and then asking me if i was okay. it was scary, i didn't know what i did wrong. i remember trying to talk to get the attention of the sober member of my group, but not really sure why. i then remember being choke slammed into dirt by one of my friends. this really hurt in my mind. a lot. (apparently my friends told me later that i was trying to touch her hair and getting her to turn around and that resulted in me being slammed into the ground by my friend who took 6 grams.) at this point, the slamming, the hostility, it all felt unreal. it added to the idea that i was stuck in a dream world. i hadn't really woken up. i feel cuts on over my body and i feel a little sore, but i thought my mind was just compensating for when i got slammed in my dream.

i felt like it was really hard to move my body. i felt a cold breeze and it took almost 15 minutes to realize i wasn't wearing a shirt and i finally put it on. i looked at my friend, he was smoking from a bong. i saw the smoke come out and a couple seconds later i could smell the weed. it was a very weird disconnect between my senses. nothing felt right. they were still asking if i was okay from time to time but i couldn't really respond. they would occasionally say "wooo! we made it." i thought my mind was fabricating all of this. i was definitely not feeling okay, and these "projections" of my friends were trying to make me feel better.

i'm stuck in a car for over an hour, studying these projections, trying to figure out how i can tell they aren't real. i check my phone...no notifications, no messages, no phone call from my mom even though i've been passed out for what feels like probably a day (in reality i didn't remember what happened for 3 hours but i was awake). facebook seems like it didn't update since i checked it at lunch, it was just the same news feed. my mind was projecting this. i was in the car, afraid. i didn't know how to get out, where the car was, why i was with these 3 friends, why they were smoking. i was constantly touching the car around me. i was thinking that i should roll out of the car.

i felt powerless in the car and i decided maybe if i go to sleep i'll wake up for real. i remember thinking, holy shit the mind is so powerful, being able to fabricate all of this. i can live my world so differently, it's really what i believe is true is true. i don't really remember what happens in the car, probably because i decided to take a nap.

i finally get out of the fucking car. i feel a little better now. i remember my friend asking for my address, and as i get outside of the car, i see the in-n-out that's across my house. i'm thinking, of course. this is the easiest way my mind would recognize i'm home, of course i would fabricate it. 

i start running to my house and i try to open the door without keys. it's my mind fabricating this world right? i can unlock the door with my mind. nope. i can't open the door. i'm confused as fuck at this point. i check my pockets, my keys are gone. i didn't fabricate keys in my pocket? what the fuck am i doing? goddamn it. i start peering into my house, seeing if i can see my mom. i'm thinking maybe i should run through the window. i start to get scared again. i look at the streets with the cars flying by. i start to think about the easiest way to get out of this dream world. run onto the streets and get hit by a car? drive my own car and just speed into something? fortunately, i was too scared to do either. instead i constantly ask my friends for hugs. when i hug them, i feel body warmth. at this point i'm hoping i'm in the real world, but it doesn't feel like it. i'm desperately looking for things to help convince myself that i am in the real world. i start touching my friend's hair to see if it's real. 

the door opens. my mom is there. i was thinking holy shit, my mind finally opened the door. i'm not really convinced my mom is real. i say bye to my friends who dropped me off and walk straight to my room and get on the computer. for some reason, i felt that the internet would be the only way for me communicate with the real world. i looked up bad trips on shrooms but i couldn't find anything too similar to what i was feeling. i thought about posting on reddit that i was stuck, that i needed help and asap. i thought about calling the cops that i was stuck. i was in my room but i didn't feel at home at all.

i was still thinking of ways of how i had to die so i could wake up in the real world. am i in a coma right now? on a bed in the hospital? should i starve myself to death? what's the easiest way? or should i go with a fast way like getting hit by a car? this was some inception shit. oh fuck i'm like molly. what the fuck is real.

as i'm thinking of these ways to fix everything. i'm interrupted by a phone call from my best friend. i think to myself, holy shit. finally. someone in the real world that realizes i'm gone. i choose not to pick up, because i need to figure this out by myself. i don't want to freak out anyone in the real world. if i got a phone call from my best friend telling me that he's stuck in some dream world, i would think it's a joke. i didn't want to burden anyone else in this. i fucked up, it's my responsibility to fix all of this. two missed calls from my best friend. i start to think to myself, maybe i should let my phone die, so i don't have the temptation to communicate with the real world. what if i'm in a coma for months but my phone somehow is still working, that would freak everyone out. holy shit, this is how ghost stories work. fuckkkk. maybe it's like interstellar where i have to try and communicate with the real world.

my thoughts are interrupted by knocking at the door. my mom asks me who that is, and i respond with shrug. my best friend is suddenly at the door. i think to myself holy fuck my projections are on point. he's wearing the same clothes as i last saw him, meaning my brain is just using the last available information to reconstruct him. i wasn't sure if he was real or not, but i start freaking out in front of him and my mom. i tell him that i don't know what's real and that i'm really scared. like really scared. (he later tells me that i straight up asked if we did shrooms in front of my mom, lol). they both tell me to take a shower, listen to some happy music and go to sleep. i'm thinking to myself, of course i make my projections agree with each other. i tell them okay, go into the bathroom and completely break down.

i stare into the mirror and start crying. i repeat variations of "i fucked up" for a minute or so. i come back out and they're standing right there, and i pretend as if nothing happened. i grab my pj's and go take a shower. i see cuts and bruises on my ribs and think maybe that me getting slammed to the ground was actually real. as i'm taking a shower, i'm still thinking of the best ways to kill myself and get out of this dream world because this is too scary. i realize that i don't have my glasses and i've been wearing my contacts this entire time. just like my keys, my glasses are missing. at the time i thought, shit, my mind is getting tired, it can't fabricate everything. i can't keep this up. i have to do something.

i get out of the shower and decide i should probably look more into shrooms and their effects (something i should've done before i agreed to even take any). my phone starts ringing again, my best friend. what? he was just here...my mom is by me, probably because she notices that something isn't right. i still think my mom is a projection at this point, so i figured i might as well ask her if i should pick up my friend's phone call. she says yes, so after two missed calls, i pick up the phone. 

i couldn't hold my shit together. i don't remember exactly what went on during the phone call but i kept apologizing to my friend. i told him i'm so sorry that i fucked up so bad. i didn't know what was real and what wasn't. he tries to assure me that everything will be fine, and that we'll play volleyball tomorrow. i then told him that i was having a terrible trip, which he tells me that saying that in itself shows what kind of grasp i have on reality. this is probably the turning point in the night where i'm like oh shit. that makes sense. we laugh a little about that.

my mom tells me that there's food, i'm reluctant to eat because starving feels like a good way to die. i decide to test my mom, i ask her for a cup of water. i walk into my room and walk back into the dining area to see if a cup of water appears. okay, maybe she is real after all. i end up eating because i was hungry and wasn't too sleepy. 

i start to think back. i was in the car with those friends, and say not with my best friend was because we all live fairly close to each other, whereas my best friend lives a little further. i didn't have my keys and glasses because they were in my bag that i left in my friends car. everything begins to make more sense. 

i begin texting all my friends who were on that trip, to see if they would respond with something genuine. even my best friend, i texted him to see if i would get responses that my mind couldn't possibly fabricate. the texts between my friends and i gave me more and more assurance that i was actually in the real world all this time. i was still confused about some things as to how i got into the car, why i was choke slammed, all cut up etc, but i figured i would ask my friends tomorrow when i see them and i had a much better grasp now that i felt okay not knowing exactly what happened. my sober friend took videos and pictures of our trip (no pun intended) and i figured that it would answer all my questions. 

i go to sleep and that's pretty much the end of it because i wake up the next day completely fine, just still a little confused.

i still haven't asked my friends about all the details, because it's a little embarrassing and my sober friend hadn't brought up the fact that i tried to touch her hair (i had just heard from my other friends). i haven't seen the videos and i still need to apologize to her. i'm so grateful and surprised that my friends didn't freak out too when i was having a really bad trip. i love my friends, even the one that choke slammed me (i was really wishing this was actually a dream). i think that the hallucinations were made worse because i was probably dehydrated (i don't recall drinking water after 5 pm until i got home, and i lost my water bottle).

at the end of the day, i just wanted to say that definitely be careful of what you're putting into your body. i'm not going to tell you how to live your life but my advice with substances is not to go too hard the first time. i'm so grateful that nothing bad actually happened that day because i realize now that we could all have fallen off a cliff and died. this experience has made me feel so much more grateful for the people around me and the things that i have. i've never been more scared in my life, not knowing what is real and what isn't. it really isn't something you can entirely explain, and something you have to experience for yourself (hopefully you won't have to).

TIFU by not knowing my limits