I saw a thread asking about this so I figured I'd share my experience. I've taken both several times. Excessively. But last January was when I mixed them. A friend of mine , who was home for Christmas break , was found dead in the [Ashley] river behind our houses where we grew up. I was just out of high school and just moved into my apartment a few days before his funeral , which was on the 9th and the 10th. During this time , another friend of mine just finished drying what turned out to be roughly 3 zips of some caps he had been experimenting with and cultivating with for a few months. I got a zip off of him. I was going to take some with my late friend , but I ended up taking his portion in his memory somewhat ( I guess there's that ego again ) , as he was part of the reason I would end up simultaneously ingesting both. The funeral was over at about 2 pm and 5 or 6 of my buddies , my roommate , and I went back to my house to roll a blunt of some headies that turned out to be about 6 grams , we had to keep the mouthpiece on it. Shit was large. Me and one of my friends that was there were going to eat the upside of half of the ounce once everybody left. The blunt was almost done when he abruptly went outside , got in his car , and left. About 15 minutes later he texted me said he would be back in a few hours when the sun was just going down. Fast forward a few hours. All I had been doing while he was gone was enjoy being incredibly stoned. He gets back to my house at around 5:30pm or 6:00pm and we were just standing in the kitchen smoking a bowl , seperating the caps between the two of us. He was going to take an 8th and I was going to take a quarter. I was trying to convince him to take a quarter too but he pulled out a sandwich bag with some aluminum foil in it that contained a section of gel tabs that was 9 hits altogether. I listened to his proposition that I take both and only take an 8th instead of a quarter. While I was thinking about it , another friend of mine dropped by to pick up an 8th for himself and another for his girlfriend. While he was there I enlightened him to the proposition at hand and he also thought it sounded interesting , so I said fuck it. So I decided to go all out and take a quarter. I guess he thought it was ballsy so he gave me the 5th and final hit. He was just going to pay me for the fungus , but we worked out a trade as you can tell by now. It was about 7pm and we had just taken all of the substances. It took us about 5 minutes. He put peanut putter on his but I ate mine raw. Then we both ate the drip last. While waiting for the effects to start , we started watching "Porky's" to bring some laughter to the sadness of the day. If you've ever seen "Porky's" , you know it is one of the funniest movies ever made. It started rather subtly , as most intense trips do. I got the usual light-headedness and uncontrollable laughing. So we decided to smoke another bowl for good measure. And I put in Dave Chappelle's "For What It's Worth" since he can be a rather whimsical and goofy personality , especially when one is tripping. Besides , I didn't feel like watching the rest of "Porky's". On this comedy special , he was wearing a bluish-gray pair of jeans and a matching jacket with a yellowish-green t-shirt underneath. Now , I don't know what happens to you right before your visuals start , but mine usually start after a bout of hysterical laughter. It was about 8pm and I was laughing uncontrollably at jokes I had heard countless times before. The living room had only be and my buddy in it , with the television as the only light source , but for some reason it seemed boisterous. Then , I stopped laughing , just like "that". In a split second I was silent and so was my friend. I felt it behooved me to focus on this character that seemed to be broached onto my television screen. His legs were walking to the right of the screen , while his arms , moving in the same direction , were facing left and his arms were swinging as if he was walking to left. At the same time , his head seemed to be facing the audience while gyrating on his head and shoulders. I simply stared at the screen , stunned by the most tangible sound leaving the speakers, for the rest of the DVD. Have you ever had trouble sleeping ? You know , when you turn the lights out and you are left alone to the mercy of your thoughts ? I was in a similar mental state. I was astonished by the 4 right angles that constituted my television screen. I studied and followed every micrometer of the A/V cord exiting the front of this now magical box. I followed it all the way to the Play station 3 that I had recently acquired. If this was a bode of anything , I had a long night to "endure" At this point , it's about 9:30pm. It's been about 1 1/2 hours and I'm almost literally beside myself. Imagine looking through a kaleidoscope that is in perpetual motion and having it layered over your newly erratic , peripheral and direct vision. Imagine completely letting go of your ego and seeing things from the point of view occupied by your "essence". Now imagine all of this coinciding with being able to witness a 3rd party perspective of the nights events. It was the epitome of the middle path and the singularity of duality. I decided to make this a didactic experience. At this point I had been deconstructing everything I had ever learned. This had been happening for maybe 2 hours as I gawked at the DVD options on the screen. I was somewhere between questioning the concept of 1 coming before 2 and the substance of thought when I got an almost irrational urge to listen to music. I found my CD book and the retrieval of Nas' "Illmatic" turned out to be an eventful extrication. Marked by navigation through an abundance of titles and colors. Eureka! I finally reach the object of my desire through the bottomless pit of my CD book. By now I had relinquished all concepts of time , there was no difference between a a second and a day. Every "moment" was infinite. I somehow got the CD into the PS3 , and proceeded to truly decipher a CD I had heard a million times before. I realized the meaning behind every word , every letter , and every sound muttered by the composing artist. I must have listened to this CD nearly 3 times before I took it out. Meanwhile , my friend was still on the other end of the couch that now seemed to stretch forever. Not saying a word , but I somehow knew that he was in the same state that I was. I decided , after listening to Nas for about 2 hours , I wanted to hear some Hendrix. Luckily , I already had it copied onto my PS3 so I could access it with relative ease. I chose the album, "Axis: Bold As Love". It seemed like a continuous guitar solo. The colors from the PS3 visuals had manifested themselves onto the walls , floor , and ceiling. Blue , green , yellow, orange , gray , red , and pink had an intense battle until they completely covered the room. It was like my friend and I were in an autonomous cube free of anything existential. All the colors were like jumping beans that were synchronized with the music. They were like water drops dripping from the ceiling . Then I finally reached the actual song , "bold as love". The solo initiated what I can only vaguely describe as a light show. I was lost in the spectacular colors that now made me feel like I was on a roller coaster ride through an infinite nebula. It was almost like I could feel a "breeze". I'm guessing it was about 2am at this point. I was completely out of bud and was stating to think of the sweet buds as an impetus to fuel my ever growing euphoria. I called my friend who always had a plentiful supply of the ganja. But I wasn't in any condition to drive and neither was my tripping friend. I was able to coax my roommate to take us to the spot to get some nuggies. Once we arrived I lost all recollection of the journey there. When I stepped inside , I was stunned at the myriad of people who were there partying. I went into the kitchen where he was weighing out my 8th. I was shocked by the conglomeration of teeth and eyes that meshed into a sight louder than any clamor. Once I navigated my way out of the house , we decided to just ride in the car and smoke. My roommate had just woken up before the excursion , so he was quiet and focused on the road. My tripping friend and I were lost in the sounds of Blue Oyster Cult. Once we reached downtown Charleston , I could only make out exaggerated silhouettes of the distorted night crawlers through the thick , almost stifling smoke. Once we finished our odyssey like ride through the illuminated streets m we got back on the bridge to head back to West Ashley. About halfway over the bridge , the song "Burning For You" started playing. I felt as if I was one with the metaphysical. Like I was one of the many factors affecting the notes , and one of the particles that constitute the sound waves leaving the speakers. It was like I left my ego at home and I , in my most primal form , was riding a sound wave through eternal nothingness. I felt as if I was some type of autonomous , megalomaniacal , ubiquitous entity. But at the same time I felt that I was on the verge of liquefying at the same time. ......(continued in post under this).....
Before going back to my apartment , we stopped at the gas station to get another cigar (for a blunt) and some orange juice and nearly every flavor of bubbleicious that was available. The checkers that made up the floor seemed to be switching places and coalescing into each other while whizzing around beneath my feet. Once I reached the back , I beheld the glorious sight of the drink cooler. The sharpness of the blues and yellows were spellbinding , not to mention the mysteries in the bottles containing that wondrous mix of hydrogen and oxygen that we call water. Once at the counter , I noticed that the clerk had pink mist trailing her pony tail , a la Hailey’s comet. If only she knew the complexity of the coins dancing their way into my pocket. Once outside the gas station , I heard dozens of voices behind me, but when I looked back , all I saw was the clerk in the window. I can’t begin to describe the taste of sweet orange juice and/or bubbleicious while experiencing 1 of the 2 most intense (so far) trips of your life. Once the excursion was over , we made our way back to my house. By this point I had come to accept the fact that I wasn't even halfway through my experience. Once in my original spot on the couch , I did the only thing I could think to do. I played the video game to end all video games : "Grand Theft Auto : Vice City". As I took on Tommy Vercetti's persona , I took on the new intensity of my trip. I was amazed , and grateful , that my trip was still getting stronger. After I put in every code I knew , which is pretty much all the good ones ( chaos mode ,weapons , health) , I proceeded to destroy the city. I felt the adrenaline rush of every jump and the tension of every street fight. Suddenly , I felt like one of those characters in the cartoons where the room is way to big for the people. Almost like my feet we dangling off of the , now massive , couch and the sounds were echoing. Then , I entered the "apex". Suddenly , the controller was no extension of my manipulative intentions toward the game. The screen bobbled as I ran , as if there was no longer any extension between the game and I. I was experiencing it in a first person perspective. The anxiety was almost palpable. As you put it , I did ascend into the clouds for a while. I shot an officer and instantaneously received 2 stars. The voice I heard was that of a dispatcher , speaking in code and giving a description of me and the crime I committed. Then that was the only voice I heard , but it was like she multiplied herself by 100 and they were all talking at once. It flooded my head. I let loose a barrage of shotgun blasts on the surrounding officers and civilians. I was convinced that I actually felt the wind of the helicopter on my back. I employed some guerilla tactics to eliminate the SWAT team and take their SWAT truck. I made them chase me over a few jumps while I tried to withstand the most intense video game session I have ever experienced. Then , after about 10 minutes , I inevitably burst into flames and was subsequently "wasted". Once this happened I felt a nagging sense of anxiety. This lasted for maybe 2 or 3 minutes , though it very well could have been an hour. Once it subsided, it was like I forgot I was human and had a near panoramic view of my living room and the graphics I had turned back on. It was like I was part of the “space” between “things”. Like an atmospheric or cosmic medium. Then I felt as if I was about to turn into water. Like the liquid guy from Terminator 2. And for a few minutes , I actually believed it. I looked over at my friend , whose normally eloquent vocabulary had had dramatically been reduced to "dam..shit...fuck..dude..man..woah...what!?!?!", and I nodded. It still amazes me that he knew that nod meant "lighter". And , I shit you not , he handed me a lighter. The nuggets were like pebbles as I put a little in the bowl. I turned off the game and turned the music back on. We sat there through sunrise , not moving , as we listened to nearly all of the 1000+ songs on my PS3. At about 9am we smoked the last bowl. I left him to his thoughts on the couch as I went to my room to also be to my thoughts. And to start the process of integration back into the superficial world. I put a sheet over my bedroom window to make it as dark as possible. Then my 2 cats came into my room and jumped onto my bed. For some reason , I think cats know when "something is up" , if you know what I mean. They both went through their cleaning rituals at the foot of my bed before they took their spots on the comforter and curled up for sleep. But , like all cats , they started purring , loudly and vigorously. I opened my eyes to see that their purring had distorted the entire room to give it a vibrating effect. T closed my eyes again to explore my thoughts , but I was still subconsciously occupied with the music. Little flashes of light and vivid kaleidoscope like effects danced around in my mind. I chose to enjoy it and got lost in the visuals until I went to "sleep". Needless to say I took nearly a day to recover.
Thanks. It was definately the most...I can't even describe it. Forget hippie flipping and MDMA and all that shit. If you want a real trip, mix shrooms and acid.
HOly FUCK! i read the whole thing and i gotta say... dude i wish i was you, im almost not kidding too lol, that sounds fucking awsome! quote: At this point , it's about 9:30pm. It's been about 1 1/2 hours and I'm almost literally beside myself. Imagine looking through a kaleidoscope that is in perpetual motion and having it layered over your newly erratic , peripheral and direct vision. Imagine completely letting go of your ego and seeing things from the point of view occupied by your "essence". Now imagine all of this coinciding with being able to witness a 3rd party perspective of the nights events. It was the epitome of the middle path and the singularity of duality. You're an amazing story teller but i cant really imagine the experince (ive only done shrooms myself). also some more rando mshit im putting in this post: ur from charels town?! sick dude ive been there a bunch of times. u know what could be fun? going in all those old forts and shit on shrooms and exploring them... sick ya?
Thanks. I never thought about the exploring though. I've wandered the beach at night while tripping. But I've never went to any of the monuments. That sounds like a good idea though. I'm probably gonna try that this weekend or sometime next week.
so did you take one hit of LSD or 5? nice report i'm listening to "i'm burning for you" just finished actually
haha thanks man. It was about 5 or 6 hits, a strip cut roughly in half. Funny thing about it is that the only time I ever came close to having a bad trip was dozens of trips after that and just on a quarter of shrooms. I wasn't ready for how quick they hit me because I've never started tripping that fast,even as I type this and that was a little over 5 years ago. But another thing that contributed to that temporary "bad trip" was the fact that once I settled down my cat ran up to me and I thought he got electrocuted because his stripes were pretty animated as he was moving and he shocked me when I touched him. He was also acting pretty strange but later I realized that I was the one acting strange. I walked by a basket of fresh laundry in my panic since I thought I was going to have to take him to the ER while I was beginning to enter the peak of an unexpectedly intense trip. Then, luckily and thankfully, I was able to realize that he had been lying in the fresh laundry. After that it was smooth, intense sailing and pleasantly surprising .
