Okay, so, this was a while ago but I feel like talking about it now.
Before I start I want to tell you all in this story when I refer to WE I am referring to myself and a friend of mine, K.
I
had been attempting to aquire shrooms for nearly a month with no luck.
On time we were waiting 9 hours for a dealer who PROMISED us shrooms,
and then he called back saying he couldn't get them. ANYWAYS randomly
somone we knew sent us a message saying "My boyfriend will sell you
shrooms." I was say because I had to go to work. It was 10 minutes
before my shift was over when I looked out the window, my friend came
around the corner, and in he marched with a big grin on his face. I
knew EXCACTLY why.
We walked back to his house excitedly, his
family is totally cool with us doing drugs. So anyways, in we marched
like we were the owners of the world he opened up his drug box and
revealed our booty. 10 big sexy grams of Psilocybe semilanceata, or Liberty Caps. I
inspected them for about 5 minutes, I wanted to make sure we got what
we payed for, they were dried and crushed up, I'd say about 3 were
still in their full form. We were somewhat nervous about them, so we
only had about 1.5 grams each, we planned on saving the rest for
another time, well, we downed them with a glass of water, they didn't
taste so bad actually.(They did the next time.) Well anyways me and K
figured it would be about an hour to kick in so we went into his living
room and watched TV with the family, we were talking about how fucked
up we would get. I just felt like I was about to explode CONSTANTLY
thinking "This is it! This is it!" Thinking I was tripping. Then I
started to get a little giggly, I got that tingly feeling in my chest.
I knew it was building up. I looked up at the TV and on came a car
comercial, I'm not quite sure why, but I laughed, it wasn't a big
laugh, just a laugh, everyone in the room was thinking I was tripping
out, but I felt pretty normal, just kind of happy and giggly, I layed
down on the floor and just thought about life. 5 minutes later my
friend started laughing hysterically, to this day I don't know what he
laughed at. His mom told us to go upstairs and trip out, so K hopped
off the couch and ran down the hall at what seemed like 5 million miles
an hour, he seemed to warp through space. It was amazing, I didn't
really think "Wow! That looks crazy!" It just seemed normal. So I got
up and stepped into the hall, the second my foot touched the floor the
tiles WAVED and I mean a hardcore wave, not only did I see it, I felt
it, it nocked me off my feet, I hit the ground hard. It was so sudden
and unexpected. I almost cried tears of happiness. I just LOVED how I
was tripping, I'd say I sat there for about 10 minutes, but I think it
was about 1.
I got up and with quite a bit of effort, I made it
up the stairs and it's K's room. He was on his bed staring at the
ceiling waving his hands in the air. I just thought he looked so funny.
I just burst out laughing. I laughed until I felt like my lungs would
burst. We got up and ran into his sisters room because it just felt
like a good idea, we both fell at the same time and hit the ground
laughing out asses off. Luckily, his sister wasn't home. So I'd say we
were in there for about a half an hour laughing and talking about just
about EVERYTHING. I didn't really get any visuals. My vision was just
kind of screwed, like being really drunk. But I didn't even care, I was
so happy, in a truly wonderful mood. I think the funniest thing K said
was "I feel gay right now." He later explained he meant happy gay, but
at the time I just laughed at him, and he laughed with me. :) His
brother came in to see us hugging the floor. He said "You guys are
fucked." and then left.
We followd him because it seemed like
the right thing to do, we went into his room, him and his friend were
there they were playing Playstation 3. We didn't want to play, so we
just sat there, talking and laughing for what felt like hours. I've
been told to not hang out with people not tripping, but I did and it
was amazing, I love being around sober people when I'm screwed up, it
feels good to me, no idea why. K's brother put on Freddy Crouger's
Nightmare on Elm Street. I thought it would be scary but I only
remember about 3% of the movie, not a singly bit scary, everything
about it made me laugh. I hit my peak probably about halfway through
the movie, I looked up at the wall, everything looked blue and red.
We
laughed and joked for the rest of the night until we finally went back
down stairs. We went out to walk the dog and K went tearing down the
road, stood up at the intersection for about a minute and came runnning
back, by this time I was coming down fast so it didn't really interest
me, I looked into his eyes, he had that wild glint still, he was still
tripping hardcore, we went inside and watched AI. I was quite sober by
this time so was K so we just went to bed, I woke up feeling refreshed.
That
was my first trip I hope you enjoyed it. P.S. since then I've tripped 4
times. I've had much stronger visuals, but never such a happy trip. I
mean, I was 100% ecstatic all the way through.
