A friend and I went out picking mushies together it was the end of the season so
they were hard to find but we basically circled around and around this hill
climbing it.When we found one we halved it and moved on by the time we got to
the top we were tripping and had eaten about 6 mushrooms each.
We lay down at
the top of the hill. I was flying on the crest of a wave of grass. the sky was a
very deep purple as the sun was going down. All over the sky was a huge army of
marching figures,interlocking marching in time from one side of the sky to the
other.pulsing with orange and yellow against the purple. I could hear mosquitoes
as if they were in a cathedral, huge sounds.
Some time later my friend said
he had been bitten by somthing maybe a spider, i tried to reassure him but he
grew pannicy and ran off down the hill. I followed but in the dark was
distracted by strange things I saw and sat on a huge white and orange fungus
type thing to this day i still do not know what it could have been(I went back
the next day to the field but nothing was there). It was about 3 meters square
bulging in strange ways , had a rubbery texture like a rainforest bracket
fungus. I also found some Scotch Thistles that were not thorny when i touched
them but smooth like glass i could run my hands over them as if they were a
smooth dome.
Later as I approached our campsite i saw cars parked on the road
nearby and grew afraid for the next few hours I sat behind a bush trying to hear
what was going on down at our campsite. It alternated between Screams of agony
as my friends below were being beaten and tortured to Cries of joy as they
laughed and fooled around with the car load of women that must have arrived
since i left.
When i finally walked down there I found a few friends had
arrived and were just sitting quitely around the fire talking. No one had been
yelling at all.
