You got that right, fractal! It's burned into my memory!
So to continue: My fascination with the clouds lasted until the sun went down. Only every now and then did I become distracted from them. Once, I looked at the cows across the field and saw them multiplying. Calves kept run out from behind the cows, over and over until there was double the amount of cows before! I blinked that away and saw them normal again.
The rain started to pick up as soon as it got darker. I loved it. Rain is my favorite weather by far. I spent a long time just standing in the field, my hands outstretched, laughing and swaying in the wind. I did my best to stay far from one of the other guys. He had spent the whole day telling us how cool his grandparents were with us being out there, but as soon as the shrooms hit, his head was down and he was freaking out about what they would say if they saw him like that. We did everything we could to get him out of that spiral, but he would just become even more defensive. I thought of him as a rather rude child.
Eventually the rain and wind got too heavy for everyone else, I was still loving the hell out of it, but I wasn't going to stay out there by myself. So we all make our way back to the house. One friend was feeling rather sober by this point (he ate slightly less), so he scouted ahead to see where the grandparents were. They were watching Pineapple Express, and were very "chill" as my friend put it. But Mr. Panic got all freaked out again and there we were, standing in the rain trying to decide whether or not to go in.
We finally go up to the guy's room, dodging a lawn gnome that was creepy sober, but hysterical during the trip. The next 2 hours or so is us sitting in this guy's room, repeating the same series of events in word for word perfect form. Then they started repeating the series of events, whilst adding "we just talked about that," and "we just talked about talking about that!!" So now Mr. Panic is all "Oh I'm so much better now," while everyone else is on a spiral down. See, there was nothing to do in this guy's room. No TV, no radio, no music. Any time we would talk about going on a walk outside, he would get a rude tone and say "No. That's really not cool right now, just stay in here and be chill." In fact, every time I would step outside with a couple buddies to smoke a clove cig, he would pop his head out "guys, I really don't know if you should be out here, I just think you should be back inside."
So after winding down the last 3 hours of a very 6 hour trip in the most boring room of my life, we check each other's pupils and motor functions. We find out in secret that the panic guy was trying to get us to leave, and was hoping we were going to get so bored that we would have to leave. We designate a driver, and we get in the car. By this point, we feel TOO sober, and just plain annoyed and tired. We get back to a friend's house and I eat quite possibly the best tasting nutter butters of my life. We all find it hard to go to sleep and end up crashing around 4:00 am.
The next day I had a horrible headache and felt quite strange, but managed. I assume the headache was partly due to the fact I was scared to drink fluids during the trip. It just felt so weird! Moral of the story: drink plenty of fluids, find a way to get far from anyone having a completely paranoid breakdown.