It was the first time I did a heroic dose of mushrooms. I was with a good
friend, summer night, five grams a person. After ingesting in another
friend's house, we walked to the house of my co-psychonaut. By the time we
got there, I was hallucinating wildly: I was seeing threads of "light"
emerging from the ground and spreading like flowers in a bouquet, attaching
themselves on nearby trees and buildings. Five or six threads went out of
some point of origin. Everything seemed to be in rainbow palettes, which
color-cycled incessantly.
First really strange thing happened when we met friend's dog. Upon seeing
us, it moved backwards in panic, never losing us from sight. I've never
seen a dog so scared. I'm becoming more and more convinced that animals
see something what we humans can't. Has anybody experienced similar things
with animals while tripping?
When we came into the apartment, we began conversing. It was Tuesday, and
there was a concert of Michael Jackson scheduled for Friday. For a short
while we made fun about it, then I perceived that we were actually
communicating about other things too, but not only by means of speech. No
matter how I tried to control the flow of conversation, I couldn't be sure
which stories were told and which were transmitted "other way".
Soon I began to feel that I "came home". Out of this came a feeling that
there was something "modern" about the present time. I realized that there
is an infinite multitude of possible lives in posible times, and I could
access every one of them. They had different "tastes", but the present, in
which I ocassionally returned, was tasting the best.
3 hours into the trip - I kept checking the watch - I got paranoic about my
physical fitness, feeling physically unfit to meet the conditions of what I
felt was coming on. I had to breathe some fresh air so I went on the
balcony, collapsing on the floor and falling into a coma or a very deep
trance which was extremely unpleasant. I knew nothing; only that there was
this creature, which I could see only partially. It had a tail like a
serpent, but I knew it was an insect. It wouldn't let me go; "me" being my
rational mind. When I woke up, I couldn't recognize the surroundings. This
state lasted for half an hour, then it was gone. After sleeping for two
hours, I felt reborn.
Later I recollected that in fact I was this insect creature which I
instinctively recognised as a dragonfly, and that I dreamed its dreams. It
was last thing I remember before waking up and seeing another sober friend,
staring at me in suspended panic - flying through a magenta web, which
seemed made of branches or some kind of tissue. "Not this," I kept on
murmuring upon waking, "I wasn't ready for this. Only this - no." And
later: "Nobody can ever be prepared for this."
Three days later I was going to go to an island in Adriatic. While still in
town, I decided I'd take two mushrooms with me, rationalising that after a
car accident one has soon too get into a car and begin driving not to get
overcome by fear. It was the first time since the trip that I had them in
my pocket. I stopped in the supermarket, having to buy a sea towel. The
lady which was served before of me requested a sheet of textile patterned
with dragonflies. Could it be coincidence or a visit from "there"? Whatever
it was, it didn't persist, nor returned in subsequent voyages.
There was a bad one involving computer graphics, which I will post later.
