The first time I did shrooms was about two weeks before this. They weren't very potent. The second batch I took had blue spots on them...they were pretty strong. Me and by boyfriend shared a quarter (7 grams) and we watched some music videos and just talked about when we were little kids, called a couple people, and listened to the beastie boys. Almost everything I touched felt amazing. Pillows, blankets, mittens, string, fleece, etc. Taking a shower was possibly the best thing ever. The music I listened to sounded SO good. And the visuals in some of the music videos seriously blew my mind. Toward the end of the trip, I started crying for some reason. It wasn't bad, I think I just opened some emotional door that I'd never really accessed before. It felt like I knew exactly what life and death was, and I knew how to handle both. When I woke up the next morning, I felt normal, but slightly changed. And that feeling hasn't gone away since. In part, this trip made me realize that I can't take life so seriously, and I can't let anyone take away my right to be happy.