The rest of that next week was excruciating. The burning itch of taking another pill just tingled through my body every second I was awake.

I even had dreams of the crazy rave hallucination from the first pill. I cleaned my house, I slowly got it set up for my next trip that Friday night.

I also called and messaged my friends, telling them about my experience and how insane this new drug was.

They all acted like it was interesting, but too intense for them. So I called them all a bunch of pussies and we laughed about it.

That Friday morning I set my tripping supplies out before I left to work. My plan was to get home and take the second pill as soon as I got home and changed.

The day itself felt long and it was hard to concentrate work because I'd been waiting all week for this next trip.

I was hoping to go back to another similar trip of a massive party and that same insanely good feeling.

The thought and anticipation didn't leave my mind the entire week. As the day concluded and I left for work I again spent home to my drug sanctuary and excitedly ran to the house.

Took a quick shower and after feeling very clean and putting on comfy clothes I retrieved my bottle of magic little green pills.

Dumped them out on the coffee table in front of my couch found the one labeled two and threw it to the back of my throat chasing it down with a big glass of orange juice.

The second pill seemed to hit a little quicker and within just a few minutes I again saw the black hole like orb form in the middle of my living room.

I stared in awe as this thing began to stretch, floor to ceiling, the edges of which swirled with an earthy brown fog.

For a split second I thought if that may have meant anything but the thought was quickly fleeting as the blackness stretched again touching the walls and then plunging me into complete darkness.

The smell of mold and rot filled my nostrils as the rush of air hit me this time.

The blackness began to fade around me revealing a strange landscape covered in mud and mushrooms.

Mushrooms of all sizes covered every inch of ground, some were tiny, flashy little stalks while others were as big as skyscrapers and other smaller mushrooms grew off of them.

The different types were nearly endless, the air was heavy with what seemed like a constant fog of brown spores floating through it as I stood perfectly motionless.

The absolute and unyielding silence was truly deafening.

Hello? I called out, just above a whisper.

Just as the edge of my vision I saw a few of the mushrooms recoil and flinch of the sound, but others began to glow.

A very peculiar one next to me that looked like a thin clear tube with a clear balloon on top vibrated with the sound.

Then suddenly the boulds at the top burst releasing spores and gases into the air.

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