A few months ago my boyfriend at the time texted me while I was at work asking if I wanted to do shrooms with him and his friend after work. I had done shrooms a few times before and didn't have any bad experiences, I honestly thought they were really fun so I agreed and we met up at his place after my work. This would have taken place during school and I was behind or late for something in one of my classes and I worked early the next day. The friend that my boyfriend invited with us was a known drug dealer in town we'll call him Mark, and he kind of made me uncomfortable just because he was kind of creepy. Anyways, we all went up to my boyfriend's room and ate the shrooms. None of us took much over 2 grams. Right before they kicked in my boyfriend panicked and made himself throw up because he was afraid to get high. I calmed him down and we were all sitting in the living room together as we began our trips. I don't really consider myself much of a loner. I enjoy the company of others and I like to cuddle but, my boyfriend kept grabbing me and trying to hug me and it made me really scared and uncomfortable. I didn't recognize him when I looked at him and it scared me so I tried to stay far away from him. It also made me feel anxious when he tried to hug me. I eventually calmed down and was lying alone on the floor just giggling to myself and enjoying the hallucinations, I felt like I was an ant in a big meadow, in fact, I kept having hallucinations of being outside when we stayed in his house for the majority of my trip until I had to go home. Eventually, my meadow trip turned dark. I started to think about the school work I was missing and how I was going to get home because the effects wouldn't wear off in time for my self-set curfew. As I began to panic I tried to pull myself out of it and it worked for a few minutes when I decided to get up and go to the washroom. I don't remember the walk to the washroom or even standing up but when I got to the bathroom I felt safe. I was in a meadow again and I felt like everything was ok. When I looked at myself in the mirror I saw my hair was curled perfectly (I didn't curl my hair before going to his house and my hair is not normally curly) when I left the bathroom there was this heavy feeling throughout the house like something wasn't right. Mark was talking a lot about going to clubs and doing cocaine (which made me uncomfortable for some reason) and then tried to light a joint inside my boyfriend's house when he was specifically asked not to multiple times. I told him to stop because it was giving me anxiety and he promptly told me to "Shut the fuck up and let the men talk". I got very mad at this comment and started screaming over and over again for him to stop. Another girl that was there was sober and tried shoving a glass of water in my face for me to "sober up" and I freaked out on her too. I broke down into tears and couldn't stop crying. I was told a few days later that people were trying to calm me down but I just kept yelling stop. I remember talking to myself a lot but I don't remember anyone talking to me. I kept saying I wanted it to be over. I'm not sure who I was talking to but I was begging them to end it, someone, who had a greater power and had the control over my life that I was lacking. I remember seeing shapes and patterns that weren't there and I just couldn't stop crying and begging this greater power to just let it be over. I told my boyfriend that I wanted so badly to be out of this I wanted to die. Seeing me in distress and trying his best to help me, my boyfriend moved me up into his room and lay down with me in his bed. I stared at the ceiling and once I calmed down a little I was pointing at his ceiling telling him to look at the stars. I was seeing these little lights moving around his ceiling as if stars were there. Sometime during my "star gazing" I heard the faint sound of car doors slamming and I heard my father's voice screaming my name and asking where I was. I jumped out of bed and looked at my boyfriend saying "That's my dad!". Nobody else heard this, my father was not there. I calmed myself down but I have still to this day never experienced something so real. I remember slowing my breathing down and closing my eyes. When I opened them again I saw this bright light (there were no lights on in his room and the window had blinds over it) in the corner of the room and at that moment I truly believed I was dying. I told him over and over that it was ok, and that everything was going to be okay because it was my time to go. To this day I still have dreams about that moment of when I felt I was dying and that being that I was talking to during my nervous breakdown. I guess my question is, what the hell did I experience that night? On such a low dose I never expected anything so intense. Was it an "ego death" or just really intense hallucinations? Will it happen again? Should I be afraid of it?