Haha oh man, mushrooms are a crazy drug. I've been trying to get shrooms for weeks, everyone is always out, but today, dealer comes up to me says man I heard you want some shrooms. Naturally I said damn fucking straight I want some shrooms. He picks out "about 4 grams" of liberty caps, everyone estimates closer to 6 or 7 grams. So anyway I buy them, few hours later im heading with my bud oz to another friends place. We get off the bus and he says "yo fuck man, break out the shrooms already" so I whip em out and this is roughly 5:50ish I commence to start eating shrooms with my bud, sharing about 2grams with him. I get to my buds place and already a few people are there. I finish off the shrooms which taste very woody and dry at first, but with a bitter/sour aftertaste (cola cures this aftertaste rather quickly) We head to my friends room, a small room with foam on the ground and a yellow light. By this time 6:30 im already starting to trip. Everythings pushing in on me, like the air got really heavy, and i got really sick feeling. I decide this is already really edgy, and I need to smoke a bowl of weed, so I do. Instantly it takes the edge off, but it also throws me into overgear. I start rummaging through my backpack in search of pen and paper to write down everything I'm starting to see. My buddy gives me a plank of wood to write on. I start writing and it seems the ink is really sticky, and just drags over the paper. I write down some illegible things and lose my train of thought blaming it on my friend. The plank of wood explodes, litterally taking over the entire room, then shrinking again. I whip out my favorite book and open it up. Letters fly everywhere, I shut that pandoras box ridiculously fast. I then think I may be cold so I pull my sweater towards me, it flows with my hand, and I put it on. Then this kid goes oh ya your bleeding all over the place man, I wasn't he was just tripping me out and man was I scared, I realized I couldn't feel anything and that physical harm was a real fear. (if you ever think to tell a friend whos tripping that they are bleeding when they arent, quickly proceed to steralize yourself so not to as pass on your ridiculous stupid gene to future generations) I start to go to the store with my friends, about 50 ft from the house I realize im an idiot and run back to the house. Already everythings a little bit too crazy, I start to question everything, something I can't help but do for some reason. Next thing I know im lieing on the floor in the living room, its 7:12, i'm so messed up that I forget what my body looks like. I hear shouting (people actually fighting in the house) and man thats a terrible thing to hear stoned. I look around and everything explodes into grains of sand, I'm flying through this ridiculous duststorm and I can't focus or understand. I suddenly am back in the room, then I seem to melt and fly to another part of the room. I sit down, something is in my way, what are these ridiculous contraptions, what purpose do they serve, holy fuck its my legs, all splayed out and out of place infront of me. I realize I have arms and hands to. I look at my palms and can see the blood running underneath the skin, I wonder if I were to slice myself with my knife what would happen, because obviously a mind such as this cannot die, I'd live forever in this state, floating around without a body. QUICKLY I change my track of thought, before I get too many ideas. The drug is proving impossible to control, I decide to go with it. I look at the carpet, one of those half shag ones with strings poking up. The rug starts growing and shrinking then BAM sucked in again, flying through some other kind of kaleidoscope storm. I phase back into reality and get in touch with my body enough to realize im going to vomit, horribly. I walk to the bathroom and do vomit, luckily into the toilet. Sitting there staring into the toilet I get sucked back into madness everything for 5 mins is just a raging swirl into the toilet. I pull myself away and miraculously figure out how to work the sink, my subconcious seems to be bored of my antics and is working on some sort of basic comfort instinct. I lay down for another 15 mins and its like 8:00 now, im shocked to see so little time has passed. I become aware of who I am and drink some water, then I sit down and start pieceing my mind back together. I start to see that talent and skill is just the ability people have to will themselves a universe, and that nothing is really there until you force it to be. I realize that people in life just try to show you how to better master your surroundings, and that we are all little balls of light floating around trying to understand everything. I also grasp some concept that things we don't like are things that invade your mind, things that get to your mind. We like our surroundings and if someone ruins them we dont like that person for making us uncomfortable. The next 2 hours or so coming down is just a smooth ride of colors. I enjoy the crazy rug, its just... well crazy. I come back to reality and realize that shrooms are truely amazing, as long as you dont take a ridiculously large amount your first time. Luckily the whole time I was freaking out a part of me was sitting there observing saying "don't worry you'll come down soon, is there any person that can speed up this come down? dad, no, only time can help you, times your friend, just wait" This was ridiculously assuring, combined with the fact that this voice occasionally said "man you're a fucking idiot" or something to that effect, making the situation almost humerous. Things that didn't help were the constant screaming in the background and the fact that a cartoon was on where the characters go mad and scream and shit, it was BRUTAL. I'll probably do shrooms again, but I'm limiting myself to like 2 grams maybe 3 if thats not good enough. All in all, difficult experience because I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was (nothing can prepare you for a complete ego seperation) But in the end it was good, I learned some lessons, and life seems more sensical, the meaning of life for me now is to make myself as comfortable as possible with minimum effort. What a kickass goal eh.
Ya sorry it was a bit long, but I just tried to organize my night. I ended up eating like 4-5 grams and im 18. Funny was the whole time I felt I was going insane I knew I'd come down and was just analyzing my situation. I was never really deeply terrified just questioning myself.
Totally intense!! Thanks!! (While holding onto the rims of their hats...) Introspective Is Good... On a side note: I'm attempting (as an omage to Roger Waters) to Write a FEATURE LENGTH MOTION PICTURE; a continuation or a coincidental and coinsiding MOVIE called: ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL : PART II, and that intensity of "insanity" you went through Is precisely how I would describe our Main-Character : Pink, or Mister Floyd Is going through in This Movie, just makin' a note of It Now... (Wow!) Peace On! AEONFLUX3025
Lol @ the duststorm thing. yeah shrooms can make you see some outrageous things, acid has more refined, detailed, replicating patterned hallucinations but come nowhere close to mushrooms for pure reality bendingness. Ketamine mixed with acid though is another story, Salvia esque for 60 minutes or so
Ya I didn't have a plant or pillow or any object talk to me which was disappointing, but I really wasnt in the state to speak back anyway. I hated the nausea shrooms caused, and the inability to like move, and I can't remember much of the duststorm part because it was basically me curled up in a ball on the floor with my eyes half open listening to spongebob squarepants in the background. And new information has come to my attention. I just checked up liberty caps on the shroom calculator, and I thought liberty caps were one of the weaker ones, turns out they were one of the stronger ones. I was expecting cubensis which you need about 4 grams for a level 4 trip, but I got liberty caps which is 3.7 grams for a level 5 trip, no wonder I was so fucked.
No I tried to write down my trip on a piece of paper, I was sitting on the floor and had 1 piece of paper, the wooden board was placed on my lap to act as a stable writing surface. In the end all I wrote down was "Like a computer puts filter over pictures, like a computer, filter, over... (huge scribble) Man this would be terrible in..." and I was distracted so I never finished that sentence. I think I was going to write class, but I can't really remember.
I may, but I'll probably take it and add more things I remember in there, I tried to keep it short for this post. I may also submit it to the shroomery under level 5 trip.
Alright I added in more detail, clarified it and cleaned it up, and submitted it to erowid. Its a good piece of writing and hopefully it makes it into the erowid vaults. They seem to have a rigorous screening process that takes about 6 months. Check around august for a trip report submitted by Viruk.
