Almost hesitant to post a trip report because the shrooms proved to be quite weak, and my memory doesn't seem too impressed with the experience. My first experience with these cubes was a couple weeks ago; weighed out 2 grams for an exploratory run, although as usual was so stoked about it that I jumped into it spontaneously, 30 minutes after a normal dinner. That trip I experienced a warm high like being wrapped in cotton, and that was basically it except at the peak I started having light imaginative runs (something like closed eye visual) which were subterranean in nature: underground cavey slimy writhing tentacle in grey blue slime stuff. Quite mild over all. Second trip on same bag, weighed out 3.5 grams. Ingested, and then idly tossed down a couple of extra stalks (bag consisted mostly of stalks with a few caps (1/4 total). Again a fuzzy warm cotton wrapped high, with alot of yawning (circumstances forced a late night trip). After this all I can say about the trip is that it was oddly low key, and very lucid given that it did have a distinct effects (albeit far beneath an 1/8ths usual reputation). Had the odd feeling of being looked over and sniffed at. And because I was expecting the utter zaniness of a mescaline trip (where I found myself on three feet of Pedro rolling on the floor laughing beyond hysterically literally to death as reams of screaming testosterone fueled laughter ice picked it's way out of every pore, I was trying to proactively mute any REALLY messed up stuff before it really got loopy, while at the same time bowing passively before what appeared to be sniffing me over, asking questions. I think I remember it showing me it's teeth, warning me of what It could do, or could have done, had it chosen to. I seem to remember remaining me the whole trip; I remember being able to focus concentration much better than sobriety, I remember seeing my hand and arm in a purplish green tint, where muscles, veins, bones, and tendons were visible, as though the mushrooms allowed me to see in a slightly more penetrating frequency of light then usual; I remember the room looked foggy, as though igazed thru an empty dirty fishbowl. I remember listening to music the whole time, which did sound unique...the part I liked the most was the most unique as well. Lying on my back much of the time on the carpet looking at the ceiling I distinctly and clearly and lucidly (metacognitively) saw a spot on the white lightly textured ceiling, directly overhead which was rainbow colored: kind of like a small curved sided square which was quite bright and appeared incandescent rather than reflective. It didn't have all the rainbow colors I don't think, I think mostly orange red yellow, maybe more, and it pulsed, or vibrated, or moved internally in a slow steady passive way, from it's boundaries in, like wave reflection on still puddle returning to the center of the original disturbance. It didn't move when I moved my head or eyes; it stayed put, directly overhead, like a guardian angel or the gates of heaven, clear as a gold and copper filament lit from within... The trip faded off like 3.5, 4.0 hours in, faded into very sentimental and passive regrets of an interpersonal and empathic (sympathetic) nature, a kind of ancient autumnal sadness... A fuzzy, passive, hard to remember trip, other than bowing to my potted pedro and experiencing the catnip like laughing silent love of my girl cat, I can't remember much else... Sorry! : /
