My first experience with mushrooms was on an international flight. After a vacation to several countries in Europe, I came home on a flight out of Schiphol airport in Amsterdam. Somehow my brain, addled by youth, concocted the brilliant idea to buy some shrooms, sneak them onto the plane, and trip during the trip. My reasoning was something along the lines that nobody is checking for drugs during the boarding/departure phase. Customs, law-enforcement, etc. is focused on the people getting off the plane and crossing the border. So, if the drugs were consumed during the flight, then who would know or care?

I ate the shrooms as we taxied toward the runway, settled in for the ride. Despite my first experience being alone, ridiculously illegal, trapped in a small tube with no exit for many hours, it was actually a pretty fun experience.

I had one minor freakout for maybe 15 minutes (if my sense of time can be trusted) as I strongly perceived that I was a regular sized person in a dollhouse sized room. I had to go the bathroom, and made a complete ass of myself as I dramatically and desperately contorted myself to get out of my seat and squeeze through the cabin to the back of the plane. I thought several times I was hopelessly stuck and would need help to get out.

The rest of the time I had an experience that ranged from silly and fun to spiritual. I saw amazing shapes and colors out the window as sun and clouds danced over the ocean. And I had the stereotypical experience of oneness with others as I perceived that all of the passengers shared a single mind, jointly controlling the airplane as we soared over the clouds.