I had a bad trip for a few hours. I had to take a shit right when the shrooms were kicking in and getting really intense; as I was shitting, it felt like a monster was crawling out of my asshole. It was terrifying. To make matters worse, I clogged the toilet, at someone else's house... Imagine trying to operate a plunger and unclog a toilet while everything around you is growing and shrinking and morphing.

My sense of time was completely fucked; I couldn't remember if I had just done something or was only thinking of doing it, like going to the bathroom. Did I just take a shit? Or did I just think that I just took a shit? Or was taking a shit just a future plan of mine? I couldn't differentiate between the three things.

The shrooms made me feel so small and insignificant in the world. I felt ashamed of myself and embarrassed of who I was as a person. Was I even this person I had created an image of in my mind? I had an ego death.
Was I ever going to go back to normal again? Or had the mushrooms permanently snapped my sanity? These thoughts terrified me. For a while, laying in my friend's spare bedroom, all I felt like doing was running home and crying to mommy. In the face of what was happening all around me, I felt dwarfed, and had the emotions of a little kid again.

However, I soon realized that the quality of my trip would change depending on where I was and what room I was in; me and my friend went outside and it was a whole new world. The sun was shining, the grass was green, the snow was melting. It was a beautiful day and all the colors of nature seemed so vibrant. From that point on, my trip was awesome. I was still mind-fucked, but now it was enjoyable.

All background noise continually echoed in my mind if I wasn't paying attention to it; the voice coming from the TV would say the same thing over and over again unless I noticed this and asked myself "is he just repeating the same thing?", then it would stop. Everything was an echo if I wasn't focusing on it

In my mind's eye, I was channeling through a tunnel of events, a rapid slide show of 'my life'.
For a while it was too intense, so I made myself puke. As I stuck my finger down my throat, my throat made a noise that sounded like something a fish might make, this caused me for a second to believe that I had grown fish gills. This lead me to the conclusion that mushrooms alter reality by making your mind completely open to the power of suggestion. Just the 'thought' of something causes it to visually manifest as reality around you.