I took mushrooms once at a strange house. I didn’t correctly anticipate how strong they were. The kitchen table had violent police tabloid magazines that I skim

I took mushrooms once at a strange house. I didn’t correctly anticipate how strong they were. The kitchen table had violent police tabloid magazines that I skimmed before my trip. Insanely terrible idea. I ended up staying up for hours hallucinating that the world was covered in undercover police. A car would drive by and I would see the police. It was just a barrage of bad thoughts stacking on each other. Reality got lost somewhere and I forgot that I was tripping. I basically thought I was in a modern 1984-style society. I could have probably kicked myself out of that with some logical thoughts: “How does the government afford to make 80% of the population a cop?” The feelings were too overwhelming for me to get there, and I don’t think my friends realized how bad of a time I was having.