Psychedelics and the Death Experience Part 1

This happened some years back as I have not had the opportunity to experience psychedelics in quite some time, although I look forward to getting back into my journies soon.  

At any rate I was living with my girlfriend at the time in a large city in the southeast US with 3 additional room mates.  This was not my first experience with mushrooms or LSD as I had partaken of these plants and chemicals a few times in the past.  Our 3 other room mates had gone to a local rave to party and as I was not playing the party that night my girlfriend and I decided to stay home and do a private trip.  We had about 1/4 oz of mushrooms which we divided between the two of us, but my girlfriend had decided to 'candy-flip' by doing mushrooms combined with MDMA (I am not completely sure this is the correct term but it is the term she used to describe it).  It was about 8 or 9pm that evening when we decided to begin our trip.  We both dosed ourselves and settled in ready for the experience to begin.  I always liked to listen to my electronic music and watch visuals while I did my trips so I put on some of my Trance waited on the journey to begin.  The lights were dimmed throughout the apartment and all was relatively quiet.  The music was very ethereal as I remember beginning to see the fractals in my mind as I sat there with my eyes closed.  We were maybe 2 hours in (I say 2 hours but time for me seems to come to a screeching halt when I am on these journies and seems to last forever), when all of a sudden my girlfriend (I will call her Sally to maintain her anonimity) came bursting into the living room loudly complaining about being too hot and that she may have taken too much MDMA.  Without warning or discussion she picked up a glass of water from the table and poured it over her head and begain to strip all of her clothes off.  "It's so hot...so very hot!  I have to cool down" she yelled.  So we proceeded to the bathroom for the only obvious solution.  She got into the shower and ran cold water over her head and body until she was covered in goosebumps, yet she was still complaining about being hot.  Finally after several minutes of being in the shower she got out and without drying off went and laid on the bed under a ceiling fan and finally felt better.  I lay down with her on the bed, with the sounds of trance music going off in the background of the next room.  The room was relatively dark with the only light coming from the bathroom at the far end of the room.  We lay there for several minutes looking into each others eyes and watching our faces morph into different people, nationalities and beings.  Laying there on the bed, we heard her phone chime in.  She got up and looked at her phone and began exclaiming over and over and over again "What the fuck is this???  What the fuck is this???  What the fuck is this???".  "What is it?"  I asked as I got up from the bed.  I could tell that she was very agitated and stressed, "Poor Sally...All things must come to an end!" She blurted out.  It had been a message from another social media site that she was a member of (I won't mention the name here but you can probably guess which one it was).  "Why the fuck would they say something like that to me?" she said as she peered into her phone.  "What are they saying?  Are they saying goodbye?  Am I dead?" she asked.  "No you are not dead Sally" I replied, "We will figure this out and why they would say that.  So I went into the next room and stopped the music, going to the same social networking site to see what I could find out.  I was tripping so hard by this time however, that I couldn't see which keys to press to log into my account!  Everything was a blur and I couldn't type correctly or even really see the screen as it kept moving and shifting making it impossible to see clearly.  Sally followed me into the dining area.  "I'm dead aren't I?  I've taken too much and I have died" she stated beginning to cry.  "No Sally, you aren't dead, we are just tripping balls right now!"  I attempted as best as I could to reason with her and show her that she wasn't dead.  She had clearly fallen deep into the rabbit hole and was at least for now lost in the realm of the dead.  I tried in vain to try and bring her back to some sort of reality but nothing was shaking her from this feeling that she had taken too much and had died.  Finally in desparation I had a brilliant idea (or what seemed brilliant to someone that is deep into a psychedelic trip).  "Sally", I said... "You can't be dead and here's why...Because I am still here and talking to you.  So you can't be dead!  The only way that you could be dead and still talking to me, was if I were dead too!"  Oh! My! God!, why did I say that?  Because almost immediately, those words rang over and over in my head.  you are dead too....you are dead too!  Apparently since I couldn't pull her out of the rabbit hole, I jumped in right after her!  Now we were both in the exact same situation.  Thinking that we had somehow overdosed on mushrooms (which to my knowledge has never happened) and had died.  That we were now just spirits trapped in this house and would later be found by our room mates dead.  Leaving them to have to deal with two corpses in their home!  "What are we going to do?" she asked hysterically.  "There is nothing we can do now Sally.  We are dead.  I don't know how it happened, but we both died and now we will be both found here when they (our room mates) come home", I explained.  We both lay down on the bed and began to try and reconcile in our brains about how this could have happened.  Were the mushrooms somehow not mushrooms but poison?  Had we truly taken too much?  My rational sober mind would know that we had not taken too much.  I had ingested at least this much in mushrooms before.  Maybe even more.  But when you are deep into the grasp of a psychedelic trip, anything is possible.  I remember thinking 'Who is going to have to explain to my job about how I died from a mushroom trip?', 'Someone will have to tell my family how I died'.  My family had no idea that I was into taking these mental journies and using these types of drugs.  They would be completely devestated.  So we both lay there on the bed, both completely naked, I had apparently stripped off all of my clothes at some point (I suppose there is no need for clothing if you are dead).  We lay there for quite some time waiting on the ineviteble, to be found by our room mates, dead in our bedroom.  All of a sudden, she said "I have to go pee!" and slid to the edge of the bed (near the foot).  I sat up with her to help her up and to just stay close to her.  She sat there at the foot of the bed for a few seconds and said, "I really gotta pee!", and without warning pissed all over the foot of the bed and floor!  Then she started to bust out laughing.  I started to laugh too saying to her, "Just couldn't wait could ya?"  "Nope, guess not" she replied still giggling.  We sat there breifly play fighting about who was going to clean up this mess, when she said "Here it comes again!" and begain to piss on the floor again!!!  We both busted out laughing at the sight!  "Are you done yet?" I asked.  "Yeah I think so" she replied but then followed by stating "But it's coming back...The feeling of being dead...Are you sure we aren't dead?"  "I don't know Sally", I replied.  "It seems like we have been here for days and yet no one has come home.  Maybe when you are in the spirit world you can't see real people anymore.  Maybe we are stuck in this shitty apartment for all eternity now as ghosts of someone that has died and is stuck in a time loop".  We were clearly beginning to spider-web into and out of reality at this point.  Glimpses of the 'real world' would peek in but then drop us right back into the land of the dead.  This happened for about another hour or so before the 'dead realm' faded into obscurity.  Obviously we weren't dead and as we regained our 'sanity' if it can be called that, we re-dressed and got our messes cleaned up before our room mates came home.  I think they returned sometime between 3 and 4 am but by this time our trip, our journey into the land of the dead was complete.  The next day we shared our experience with our room mates (all but the pissing part) and they were both amazed and a bit creeped out by the whole thing.  It was definitely an experience that I will never forget.  And that's not all....It happened again, but that will be left for part 2