I'm in the posting mood: What's it like to take a solo trip? Curious about the difference when you completely remove the social environment. I've shroomed 3 times now, all good and interesting experiences with a few friends. Also had one good experience with acid. SWIM has one gorgeous 2 gram boomer, thick stem closed cap... different then what I normally see. I've got the dorm to myself this weekend and am really tempted to set up and eat that baby down. Anything to expect when tripping alone? I'm pretty comfortable in that environment (lol) and think I should do pretty well. Give me some good stuff to read! Thx Stiggy
dont know only time I tripped alone all I could do what think about my job...when the stressful memories of job mix with lsd pattern its so fuckin weird, some mixes are so fucked. Delusion after delusion of my job... What could I say personally a dose seems more intense when alone.
yea shit.. i got my first bad trip on my first solo-trip. its risky, when youre alone you cant stop being delusional ... when theres people around they keep you distracted. its a risky thing to do
I have only tripped alone, but have not had any bad trips. I wrote messages like "Its only illusion" to myself before every trip, and it calmed me down.
i wouldnt have it any other way, love tripping alone. Tonite im slamming back 4'gs of some dank ass mushrooms, cant wait.
Tripping alone can be great. All the same, I strongly advise you to arrange in advance someone you can call to hang out with you/talk you down if things start to get a little too weird, preferably someone who's not going to be stoned themselves that night, and who you trust and who is experienced in altered states.
Thanks for the words guys. I'm about halfway done with my strange-brew... I'll be sure to let you know where it takes me Oh and this shroom, all the mush I usually get is dried with thin squiggly stems; you know the deal, open umbrella lookin caps with black spore underneath, really hard all the way through. This guy was almost soft and spongey inside because the stem was so thick. And the cap was totally closed and tan. Think it's a diff strain then what I normally see? I wonder if it'll be any diff... Anyone else going to gathering of the vibes this summer?? I'm gonna do whatever I can to make it... I can't wait to see whatit's like. Amazing music, like minded people, grateful dead love and lots of dead heads it's going to be surreal. Uh oh the cups almost empty... what was I just talking about?
Damn. Tripping alone is definitley a lot different then a trip with friends. It was really eye opening, and not to sound cheeseballish but it was like a spiritual workout. I think having that time alone and reeeally examining things is absolutely unbelievable. I'd follow these trains of thoughts and when they were 'over' I'd just have to say outloud Holy shit that was un-fucking-real! I always forget how instrospective and really spiritual mushrooms are. When I'm with friends there's a lot of good convo, laughter, rockin out to some nice visuals along with the self examination. This whole trip was so centered around myself, parts of it were absolutely profound and clear. Parts of it were really rough/difficult. I spent a good 20-30 minutes like racked up in tears, all my feelings of self doubt and insecurity were just flying around my head. It was unlike anything I've had in a trip before. I was hating myself, thinking my mind was a black hole of negativity. It was very very difficult. Then in the beauty of the trip it's like it all starts to unravel and I learned a lot about the way I've been feeling in the past few months. When I got stuck in that negative trench I really didn't think I was going to make it out, I thought the trip was in the black and that I would come out more depressed disillusioned then ever before. The power of the mind to sort through our emotions! After I came down and was laying in bed I just kept thinking DAMN, I needed that. It's like an emotional and spiritual cleanse. I tried talking to LocalHippie but I missed his im when I was way to engrossed in some closed eye visuals haha. I got some good trip thinking about how two complete strangers tripping on mushrooms hundreds of miles apart can 'bump into each other' and share in a common experience. internet is trippyyyy SO it was a positive experience. Not what I expeceted, but it never is. Glad I did it alone, and I think that there are certainly solo shroom trips in my future... it's a real tool in getting in touch with yourself. Hope everyone else had fun this weekend! Stiggy
Yeah man, my first and only trip with shrooms so far was a solo..and I was fine and enjoyed it very much. Sometimes tripping solo can be better because you can always comfort yourself or do what you want. With friends, you might end up doing something you dont want to or end up in an uncomfortable enviornment. Nothing better than the comfort of your own room with tons of things to keep you busy. But Next time I do want to try it outdoors though. I'd say having a friend that time would be best. I like to find a nice place in the woods or something.
I got a story for all you hopeful solo artists who attempt this confusing yet really interesting look into oneself. A calm setting and relative safe house that my friend, G, lives in, was unoccupied by the parental figures(I was a Junior in H.S.), so we decided to throw a party at his house. I figured a few close friends, some girls, no big thing, so I gobbled down 4 grams of some excellent psilocybin shroomies on a Wendy's hamburger and was on my merry way to G's house. Now, while this is NOT a true solo-trip mind you, when you are of the presence of the "flesh of the gods" you are not truly with anyone, you are alone period. OK, anywho, about 25 mintues later I get to G's and the house is a quiet mishmash of noises, clocks ticking, music playing, a television in the distance, and G's dog Cocoa(black lab about 10 years old) running towards me in a quick sprint, well at least as fast as a "70" year old dog. Well, anyway, no one showed up for a while, and my mind was moving low. The tattered ceiling of the basement, stark white from the flourescent light and with grey contrast in the pits, was a concave and convex horizon from which my mind escaped to for anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes. Meanwhile, my stomach was becoming agitated and feelings of sweet hallucinations became creepy and foreign. The walls were too close, too many strange faces met my eyes, so my time in the basement was over. By this point, my friends caught on to my downward spiraling mindset so they told me to go outside and smoke some blunts with them, and my answer was reasonably easy. On my way outside, Cocoa came over and wanted to be given some attention so I was petting the dog on the porch, baking, and just being quiet, mostly thinking about life situations and moments that impact someones life(I was picturing all the near-death experiences and time stopping events that me and my peers have discussed. For example, when my friend almost killed himself by sliding on ice and hitting a barricade at almost 80mph and busted his entire left side of his car while his axel literally was tossed from under his car and almost went into the 40 degree water in the middle of December). While I was contemplating, I got a hot flash kind of feeling and immdiately took off my shirt and went out into the wild grasslands(2 inch grass) and found a spot to sit, making sure not to find myself in Cocoa's fudge brownies. And as I gained a panoramic view, the grass around me crept up as to actually becoming in front of me, a paralyzing feeling for any solo-tripper. Finally, my saviour appeared, Cocoa's midnight black nose snuck through the brush and then she was next to me, laying, breathing almost in rhythm. I felt a small tingle in my eyes and had a bad glare it seemed, but the trees and moon were just fucking with me I think. Next, a voice like someone I knew a few years prior resounded. It was familiar to me for some reason, probably because it was my own mind. As I look over I felt that it was the dog. Stupid ideas start surfacing in my cranium, and the dog made strange riddles and queries like the Chesire Cat or the Catepillar from Alice in Wonderland. I never saw Cocoa's mouth move up and down in a speech-like manner, but I remember one thing the "entity" told me. It's kind of strange how things come into thought so much simplier when shrooming, but what resonated inside my head from that dog was a line from Donnie Darko, "Every living creature on earth dies alone." I got spooked so I had to get up smoked more, had some nice visual expansion and contraction along with color spots and such. But a while later, that thought of death came back while I was leaving with my buds and I puked the 5 cans of soda and 3 capri suns I had in the last 2 hours, drenching G's driveway and making me feel fucking invincible. The rest of the night was spent driving around and me having one of the deepest philosophical conversations of my life, with topics ranging from Bush's dumb ass to how much million times better the Clash is than U2. And that's all she wrote o, and i forgot to spell check
