Kind of long.. I think it has to be. history with psychedelics: 1 box of wet shrooms from a smart shop setting: Hotel room right in the center of Amsterdam with my brother and his girlfriend of 4 years. We had just all ate roughly 40 grams of wet mushrooms each(mixed hawaiins, philsopher stones). I became anxious, and I'm sure they were too. 20 minutes later, my brothers girlfriend throws up. I start to feel... odd to best describe it. The carpet on the floor starts to have a motion blur look to it. They decide to go take a walk to a local smart shop to get some more because we didn't think she would trip. We get on the elevator and as the door is about to close... i suddenly panic, stop the door and explain how nervous I am. (cmon, it's midnight in amsterdam. I don't want to walk around..). I go back into the room, walk down the hallway and then sit on the bed. How long I sat there.. who knows? But I do know that I still had the key in my hand. I acknowledged this and then the key started to feel.. strange in my hand. I threw it down like it was going to hurt me or something. The next 30 minutes were spent pacing around the room, looking out the window, even opening the hotel room door. I knew that I was having a bad trip and just had to keep my cool until they got back. Finally they arrived and told me they were both tripping very hard, but they still had some cubans with them... so naturally we ate them. Then my brother rolled a joint and we hotboxed the bathroom. After the hotbox.. oh boy, all that nervousness was lifted. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw these curtains swaying with the wind so beautifully. It looked so great.. and then I realized the window wasn't open. "..alright" is probably what I thought. We decided to turn of all the lights and turn on Dark Side Of The Moon.. and this was for sure the right idea. As I was listening to it, I could see the walls all turning different colors in tune with the music. It was blissful.. dementia? It's a hard feeling to describe. The next hour or so was spent lying in the bed, listening to Pink Floyd and laughing uncontrollably. After that, of course we smoked another joint. We talked then basically, and laughed and talked and so on. Listening to more music. After a while, we knew we needed to get up early for a concert the next day so we all tried to sleep. I went into the other room and stared out the window. The brick on the other side looked like I was in Mario land. I heard laughing and and I started to laugh. They called me and told me they couldn't sleep, and neither could I. It was going to be impossible. We listened to music, chilled and finally went to sleep. The room was a rediculous mess when we woke up the next morning, and so we drove to the concert where I even forgot where it was playing. We smoked joints and chilled to some live classic rock all day. It is a time I will remember as being mentally tested and learning how to handle myself in a state of mind like that. I will cherish it always. edit: i forgot some classic moments we had. at one point, our mother called the room and told my brother that my father had been out for an hour. It's late.. and in amsterdam. My brother told me that he thought he would have to go out in amsterdam late at night on mushrooms to look for his father. My brother then, for whatever reason, looked out the window to see my father down below eating a sandwich and drinking a coffee. "DAD! Mom is worried about you!" and my dad said "Paul, get away from the window!" lmao.. he knew we were on shrooms. during "The great gig in the sky", right before the first "OOOOH OOHH" I said to them "I just feel like...." and then that happened. We probably laughed for 10 minutes just because of that.
i tripped off 1 box of hawaiins at a park in Germany, which was peaceful. No where as insane as the one in amsterdam.
uh, why did you waste the mushrooms in your hotel room when you could have taken them at the concert?
we were with my parents, so i couldn't just do them at the concert. It would of been fun, but I bet I would of been more paranoid than I was.
Depends on the size of the concert, how strong the trip, and how comfortable you are all aroudn with the setting and people. I went to a small local concert with maybe 50-100 people that I knew many of, and take a decent trip and smoked a few times at intermition. It was really enjoyable, especially since we have a really good lighting and sound system at this venue.
Yeah dude, that sounds chill. Let's just put it this way, at the concert I went to, it took us 3 hours to get through the line. I would guess there were upwards of 10,000 people there easily.
you are indeed a philosopher haha, yeah.. it was really crazy at the time and still is.. can't really explain how that happened lol
