This Troper had one when she was little. Although she wasn't sick, it still qualifies. One night, This Troper had a lucid dream where there were a bunch of bugs crawling '''across thin air''' and a giant spider (about the size of a fist) kept trying to get to This Troper, but some force was blocking it. {{It Got Worse}} for her when she saw that a bathrobe on the bed transformed into a couple of snakes. Then, This Troper ends up in a wedding ceremony with these snakes. This Toper manages to wake up for some time, but, when she fell back asleep, '''the dream pretty much picked up from right where it ended'''. After waking up from the second part of the dream, This Troper ended up watching cartoons for the rest of the night downstairs for fear that the snakes and bugs were real.

This troper had a seriously bad cold/flu after literally not being sick for years (always remember to wear your long underwear when it's snowing, kiddies, and don't eat ice cream in the snow...especially if you're lactose intolerant!), which led to a high fever (106 is a normal fever for her, but this was probably higher) and...very strange dreams. The one caused by the fever was actually a fully-awake heightened state of awareness, in which she felt aware of every single bit of her body. Yes, every bit. She could feel the individual cells overheating, the aqueducts (blood vessels, but they felt like aqueducts) starting to run dry, the sweat glands working overtime...and weirdly, she could feel the individual brain cells working to produce this state of awareness. This was the point when the conglomerate entity she had become decided to take some aspirin (should have done THAT sooner!). The problem with this was that the aspirin was in the downstairs bathroom, and troper's bedroom was upstairs...and she could only control her body as a conglomerate entity, not as the individual we're used to. This led to troper crawling through the hall and down the stairs (backwards) across the living room and into the bathroom, where she somehow managed to pull herself up by holding onto the sink in order to get at the medicine cabinet...and meanwhile, the entire world was being seen/felt/sensed from the very unstable viewpoint of every single nerve ending in her body. Thankfully, the aspirin were chewable! She managed to get back up to bed, and the next thing she knew, she was one person again, coughing her head off and freezing in sweat-soaked bedding. This led to the next stage of the fun...cough syrup! Yep, don't take cheap store-brand cough syrup when you've been hallucinating. Troper still feels uncomfortable talking about those dreams, so suffice it to say that they were soul-searing. It all started out with her being a duck walking down the red carpet at the Academy Awards...sound funny? Yeah, it would have been if she wasn't a duck! Troper actually vividly felt she was in a duck's body, feeling her webbed feet on the carpet, seeing through eyes on the sides of her head, breathing through nostrils in a beak, moving like a duck...but she still had her own human consciousness, making being in a duck's body sheer horror because she didn't know if she was ever getting out. And...well, after that It Got Worse. She will always respect the shamans who make spirit journeys in animal bodies...it doesn't matter how real or otherwise they are, it must take a lot of courage to willingly go back to that. Interestingly, a later experience with the cough syrup but no fever led to only a mildly unpleasant waking dream in which Troper's bed became a lifeboat from the Titanic. She still decided not to take that stuff again!

This Troper's dreams are often borderline MushroomSamba, but when he goes under anesthesia for surgery, he practically trips balls.

When he gets a high enough fever(usually about 103) ThisTroper wil start to have all sorts of visual and touch-based hallucinations. One of the most common is that soft things(such as blankets) begins to fell like steel wool, and considering he's in bedrest...yeah. The visual hallucinations are much more out there. The first one had me flying in the air trying to dodge geometric balls of lead, the second one was me being trapped in a wall(courtesy of a team up with the touch-based one), the third one involoved a giant bird, and the fourth one made me almost but not quite see the walls moving. I've vowed never to take LSD btw.

This troper had a particularly interesting fever that almost left him cooked from the inside. I had been up for over 48 hours, and I had a whopping 108 degree fever. Now, i'm not completely sure if this is true due to the fact that I was tripping balls, but it was at least 106. I started hearing Ominous Latin Chanting, and I kept hearing "And as I walk through the valley of death..." I was also continuing to play video games. You have not lived until you have played Kamina fistfighting Alucard on the top of the Eiffel Tower in space while the Big Bang is going on. ...And then I had to go to bed... All the shadows turned into demons, and I tried fistfighting them in order to survive. I woke up in the morning COMPLETELY unable to move, due to almost dying. I think I remember asking my grandparents if I should call an ambulance somewhere in there, but from what I remember they just told me to sleep it off. I'm still pretty pissed about that, that was the dumbest shit ever. Thankfully, there was no longlasting internal damage, but I did end up having to go to a hospital in order to rest up. It took me about 3 days before I was able to recover. Crazy, crazy stuff.

I think you just gave me an idea for a video game...

But who would want to play a game about having a fever?

This troper also gets them with fevers, though they're never quite mushroom sambas. More like one creepy mushroom dancing slowly to music only it hears. Still, very memorable and highly traumatizing. One had lasting effects that made it nearly impossible for this troper to read anything for almost a year without copious amounts of background noise, without the feeling that someone was yelling the words in his year and various flashback like effects. He still shudders thinking about it.

The actually dream involved characters from the Illiad trying to sail across his room, which apparently had turned into an ocean (Note: It still looked like my room, just with floating ships in the middle of it), and being washed back to the other side by giant waves everytime they got close.

This Troper is fairly sure that his dreams are becoming based on whatever game I played before going to bed. Last night, it was a Sellbot VP battle using a Paintinator, the night before it was Broggy dancing in five dimensions... Maybe I shouldn't chug half a bottle of soda before bed.

Sleep deprivation can do this too. At one time, this troper was awake for 36 hours. I felt like I was going to die due to something horrible happening to me that I couldn't quite comprehend. I kept seeing the room sway to the point where I felt like I was falling and kept hearing strange voices in my head. Insomnia is not a fun thing to have.

This troper once had a pretty bad fever-didn't know it at the time, though, found out in the morning-and couldn't sleep because he was Hallucinating tribal peoples' shadows dancing around my bed, chanting.

This troper was once very sick, with a fairly high fever and extremely sore throat, that was quite painful whenever she swallowed. As a result, she literally did not eat, drink, or sleep for a bit more than three days. While she wasn't hungry or tired at all TV watching got very interesting at around day 2 and a half, with multiple characters blending into one and storylines becoming very strange (Jack/Ianto, who were one person, shooting a woman in the face through the internet to keep her from leaving a room and talking to her dad, because they'd go to a bar, get drunk, and crash the car because she was busy drawing knives on the dashboard instead of steering, which would result in a rift in time and space and dinosaurs attacking]]). She decided that she'd better eat something despite how much it would hurt her throat somewhere between the sparkly fairies flying around her head and wolves in the distance howling with the voice of Antony Hegarty.

I had to get Nitrous for dental work, so my mom came to get me afterward. Not only did the name "laughing gas" apply strongly to me, I apparently greeted her with "Hi, hi, hi mom! I like your purple blouse! (it was blue) Can we get some nachos?"

I don't know how much this belongs here, but once I got a painful hit on the back of my head. In the next few minutes I saw everything in negative colors, couldn't make up one coherent sentence, and heard weird squeeky sounds in my ears.

Kind of similar to that, I got hit on the elbow and for a couple minutes I saw most colors normally, except shadows became a rather pretty white/purple shifting color. I also couldn't feel anything anywhere and sounds were muffled.

This troper's parent had unmarked brownies hidden in the back of the fridge. They were delicious. Coincidentally? They mellowed him out. He spent the next 24 hours unconscious, having a philosophical discussion with Kamina. Best. Cat-Nap. EVER...

This troper witnesses a good example of an illness-induced MushroomSamba at a fourth grade Girl Scout sleepover. The girl whose house we were at was in sick in bed, suffering from what would later turn out to be lyme disease, but her parents welcomed us in anyway; her rash wasn't contagious, and she'd surely feel well enough to join us just as soon as her fever went down, they assured us. Instead, her fever rose to nearly 105 degrees during the night, leading her to awaken the rest of the troop by jumping out of bed at 2 AM and racing frantically up and down the hallway, gesturing into the air while shouting "Look at the purple stars and baseballs!"

This troper took a genetics class in University that involved knocking fruit flies out with ether to move them to different containers for breeding. Some idiot left the lid off the giant ether container and half the class got high before we figured out the source.

This troper's friend once convinced him to try some "delicacies"... which turned out to be peyote. We spent most of the day making out, staring into space, or enraptured by Mozart.

Out of burning curiosity, what gender is your friend?

This troper HAS done mushrooms on a few occasions. Drank 16 cans of Dr. Pepper, puked, watched the text on my computer screen dance around, drank more Dr. Pepper, watched QVC, got scared, played video games, walked a mile, went to the gym, watched Mexican water-purifier commercials, not a bad first trip all-in-all.

As did this troper; had a very pleasant trip, just walking around town, going to a concert and enjoying life. And from a relatively small dose. DrugsAreBad 'mkay.

A few years back, my sister tripped balls on strawberries. Yes, you heard me right- strawberries. We had some in the fridge in a tupperware container. Since they weren't moldy, said sibling figured they were safe to eat. The rest of the night was followed by giggling and comments on how sparkly everything was. It turns out we had bought those strawberries about a month ago and they had fermented in the fridge. Still, this isn't the first Mushroom Samba in our household- I tend to see a giant purple lizard everytime I get a little too into painting and drawing (especially if the subject is a surreal piece). Listening to Emerson, Lake, and Palmer while sleep deprived doesn't help either...

This Tropette once accidentally tripped on Nyquil, allergy medicine, and painkillers. While writing a paper for school. I managed to get an 'A,' somehow, but a the teacher did circle a few of the trippier passages and wrote ???? by them.

Due to claustrophobia, I was very anxious at having an MRI and was thus promised a mild tranquilizer. I don't know what the hell they gave me, but it was ''anything'' but mild. It took me about a minute and a half to start giggling and... I don't really remember much else, except that I have never before had such a good time at a hospital.

This troper once had spinal surgery, followed by LOTS of pain meds. The night after, I drempt that a figure in a hooded black cloak and dusty grey wings visited my room. I started to ask if I was awake, but she put a finger to my lips to shush me. She sat on (read: stradled) my stomach and I figured where this was going (people in Salem dreampt something like this) when she started to strangle me. (I was still breathing normally, but I also wasn't, sort of...) I reached over to the nightstand for the call nurse button, but it was too far over. I stopped struggling against the inevitable. The last thing I remember before I blacked out completely was a few strands of black hair coming loose from underneith her hood, and noticing that she had these beautiful blue eyes. And, yes, this was a good dream.

This troper was once put under Nitrous Oxide (laughing gas) before oral surgery. The problem? She wasn't told that the mask on her face wasn't giving her oxygen, it was in fact giving her nitrous. This coupled with her receiving the IV anesthetic at the same time caused her to inexplicably (at the time) see light fixtures moving and remembering pieces of Jean-Michel Basquiat from an art book in" vivid detail.

When I was about five, I decided, logically, that if a teaspoon of cold medicine was good for me, the entire bottle would be better, and even if I didn't like the taste, it would be responsible and grown-up to drink it all. I don't remember much after that, but my mother is extremely fond of telling the tale of me sitting in the ER waiting room singing "Old MacDonald" at the top of my lungs.

When I try to go to sleep with a migraine, my mind tends to freak the hell out, most of the dreams that aren't lucid could make a ''{{Widget series}}'' look tame, most of my lucid dreams tend to involve me being a werewolf...the latter I don't fetishist}} really mind.

Same troper adding on, if I get to sleep ''at all'' the aformentioned happen, more often I'll just end up laying there in a daze and hallucinating all kind of stuff until I finally get up and trudge to get some headache medicine, bleck.

This Troper seems to be immune to side effects of pain meds, but he does have super trippy yet realistic dreams sometimes. Also, he recently realized that he can either pick up radio signals when he's almost asleep, or his subconscious hosts a radio show in his head. Yet he was aware he was awake.

This troper experienced one of these on purpose when he and his class went to a planetarium. We were warned that we might get a bit motion-sick...and so began a mental assault of colors and flower-power age music that made me get REALLY dizzy.

I tell you, December 23rd, 2012 is when The Day Of The Barney will happen! He will get hypnotized children to kill all adults! We must ban his shows/toys/music now to prevent that! I know it's true because I saw it happen while on Asthma meds! The Goddess of Mana, Great Justice and The Light told me! (Specifically, after a very strong OD that was the result him puffing his inhaler non-stop to try to stop the pain because he was just beaten up by bullies). Yes, I read Brian Bull's The Day of The Barney, and played ZeroWing, EarthBound and TheLegendOfMana the night before and was thinking of all of them and more while puffing. Why did you ask?

This Troper lived in an apartment with a godawful mold problem in a badly ventalated bathroom. She and her roomie decided enough was enough and went to clean it. Well, we probably didn't dilute the cheapo cleaning stuff nearly as much as we should have (It was college, and we were kinda young and dumb like that). We take turns with the cleaning solution, the mop (only way to reach the ceiling), and attacking the mold. By the time all was said and done, we were giggling and lightheaded, had the coordination of drunks, and were keeping the neighbors up singing Dr. Demento tunes. Roomie, being all of five feet tall and maybe 100 pounds was hit worse than the 5'3" 150 pound Troper.

This Troper was calmly eating lunch at school, when suddenly after eating the french fries I was tripping balls to the tune of odd patches of light. It went away for a while, but returned later that day. During senior pictures. My yearbook photo fully conveys my horror at seeing a million lightning fireflies burning themselves into my retinas.

This Troper pulled an all nighter one day; the same day he was also going camping later on. Not wanting to quit for such a flimsy reason as getting no sleep, he pitched his tent no problem, but after several hours became convinced that clones of the people he went with, including himself, were running around and a psychotic axe murderer was standing at the edge of the field (with no glasses or contact lenses, the blodgy shape he saw could certainly be interpreted as one). He refused to sleep in his tent but eventually got a good nights sleep. Up a tree.

This Troper went through heart surgery a few months ago. I have no memory of it, but my mom says that when I first woke up after the surgery I made her repeatedly check my legs because I was convinced that someone had shaved them while I was asleep.