I have a really overactive imagination and I'm a little different in my head than most people. And set and setting always plays a big role in trips and I definatly wasn't in the right mind to be tripping. A couple of my friends ate some mushrooms, around a sixteenth and all but one was having bad trips. And then one of my friends fell and hit his face on a counter top and busted his teeth out, and then he fell on his face again and layed on the ground like he was dead with all of this blood coming out of his mouth, it was some pretty scary shit. Everyone got freaked out and gave me the rest of their shrooms so I had about a quarter for free. When I got home I didn't feel like smoking anymore and I ate like two nice looking mushrooms, they we're nasty. But I guess they we're really bomb because within about and hour I was tripping pretty hard. All kinds of shit happened and I got pretty freaked out (bad idea, tripping alone in a closed up house with your parents asleep in the next room during a bad night). The worst part though was I remember laying there thinking I was dying and then seeing my arm sort of wither up and age right before my eyes and then I layed there for like a half hour thinking I was dead but I wasn't allowed to leave my body for some reason. I didn't get any sleep that day, and was so sick I had to call in to work the next day. I didn't feel right for three days after, and I still smell those shrooms all the time when I'm on a drug and I don't feel well, I don't think that feeling will ever leave me, and I never have used a hallucinogen since then and I doubt I ever will.