I think with trips, comparing day and night is like comparing apples and oranges. But mushroom during the day is AMAZING. Make sure its sunny, with some clouds.
hahah right on prone. i love mush day trips. nights are fun too but day trips offer soooo much more color.
I would be afraid that I would do something stupid if I left my room, like trying to hug a moving car or something.
i've got a good bit of experience with both. both are good in their own way, but if it's a strong dose i prefer at night and alone.
before last saturday i have always done phycedelics at night and thought it was awesome cuz you can trip on all the lights and shit. but i did a bunch of mush on the weekend at like 1pm and it was such a nice day out. it was fucking amazing. so much more going on for you to trip on. then right after the peak we went inside and watched the song remains the same. it was a fucked up and fun day
I find it's easier to halucinate when it's dark outside and you witness much more crazy shit that happens late at night. but it def. takes a stronger mind to trip at night outside.
Ha my first time trippin' off an eighth to my self was at night, at 2am sunday, I started off inside when it hit, and I was playing quake, the game started looking like a cartoon so I knew it was on. Then I looked at my bicycle, got all happy and started laughing uncontrollably. I was dressed perfectly, had my music player and just cut. Got outside and was just lmao, it was late so I would catch my self, did the cover my mouth move and just was loving everything. I was still just me, it was all good. I wanted to go everywhere at once, I went back to my court cause I didn't want to do anything stupid and I live on a fucking large ass hill so I was like fuck it I will stick around here. Spent some time doing ritualistic type shit outside, laughed at how my shadow was stuck to me, jumped all about like a mad man, it was great, then I went in, perfect timing too, somebody had called the cops and I laughed at them as I locked the door. Then the shit turned bad I guess you could say. It felt like eternity, like literally life and all that it had been flipped. It was as if everyone was in my head, I was me, and anyone I thought of was me, and I thought, what if I died now, I was like fuck it, it doesn't matter, life is eternal, I will just be somebody else, I couldn't get sad though. Just felt very true and eternal and insane. I felt like every one was welcoming me into the insanity, people call me insane anyways and then it was literal. I could not stop flowing out the mouth, sounded like reverbs of my soul. I walked in on my mother who couldn't sleep, mainly because of me, but I just didn't give a fuck about shit, I kept telling her its ok, sleep is waiting for you, its always there, and she was watching this movie called Joshua. I swear it was as if that movie was put there to trip me out harder, I don't know if it was me or the movie, but it was quite trippy any time I looked at the screen something poignant to the situation at hand would go on. I was quite comfotable in the idea of never being able to die and that I was basically stuck with the same ol shit rotating in my head, but it was quite a profoundly weird experience. I would think about london or an ex and I was like fuck it, it doesn't matter, its been done before, literally felt like I had done all there was to do. When I finally laid down to try and sleep I would look at my watch cause it would beep and the time would morph yet time didn't pass, which made me believe even more then ever that I had been welcomed into a party of insane eternity, fuckng good shrooms they were. also I wanted to smoke some trees, but it was like impossible for me to do so, I kept losing things, the pipe, a joint, then the sweater which held the weed, I found that funny that I wanted to smoke the whole time and just could not get my shit together.
