Well I sort of posted about this in the main forum, but Im bored, so Im going to do a full trip report. This is probably going to be really long.
As I mentioned in my other thread, I came here asking for advice about 2 years ago, but didnt end up getting ahold of mushrooms until Summer of 2007. My friend ordered an ounce of what were called "amazonians" (I dont know anything about different types of mushrooms, I assume they were just cubies from South America)
Beforehand a couple of us went to a gas station to get some snacks, I picked up some orange gatorade and some citrus flavoured candies, thinking it would make the trip more intense. (Somebody told me citric acid made it better, however, after looking in to it myself, you need to soak it in acidic juice, not just eat orange-flavoured stuff.:p Silly me.)
There were 6 of us tripping, and 2 guys also there smoking weed. (One of them ate a little cap or a couple stems or something. not much) The six of us each at about an 8th I think, we basically just eyeballed it and made 6 piles. I picked my pile and sat down, and started picking up pieces and munching them one by one like chips. The guy in front of me on a couch grabbed his pile, said "See you guys in 6 hours" and threw it all back. I thought to myself "Well, that would make this easier, since these arent exactly tasty," and ate the rest of my pile in one handful.
We sat around doing pretty nothing, just talking and such, the guy next to me was a great guy to trip with, hilarious and always had something at least mildly funny to say. He also said a lot of stuff that tripped me out and confused me, that I cant quite remember over the course of the night. (I think it was because he started speaking with a some kind of meter)
The first effects started picking up between a half hour and an hour after eating. At first it felt sort of like getting high, my legs felt tingly and everything seemed really funny. Lots and lots of random laughter.
I think I got up to go to the bathroom at this time (I went about 7 times over the course of the trip, I blame the two bottles of Gatorade:p) and I noticed my pupils were fairly large.
I wish I could remember how I first knew I was really tripping, but I cant remember the first thing I saw that clued me in. I think my hearing got strange before I got any visual effects actually. I mostly stopped talking, since when I tried to talk I thought I sounded really weird and then Id try to sound normal and my voice would go all over the place. Nobody laughed or anything, Im sure they just thought they were tripping out.:p
So eventually the visuals came and I spent a lot of time with my head leaning on one hand, staring at the floor. (I dont know why the floor, it was really plain, but it seemed interesting at the time) Id close my eyes and see all kinds of patterns and such. The rest of the guys were talking about how the roof was so interesting (it was Stucco) so I gave it a glance, and although it did seem quite trippy since it was uneven, I went back to staring at the floor. It appeared to be pulsing, and it seemed to morph between being carpet and dirt, like a big field. Eventually it was just a field of swirling colours.
One of the guys started talking about how he wasnt feeling much, and then in the middle of his sentence, he saw an air mattress sitting against the wall out of the corner of his eye, turned around quickly and finished his sentence with " ... but that raft is FUCKING with me!"
We all start laughing as I mention that it is, in fact, an air mattress. He decides that he is actually tripping. (Incidentally, a little later, he told one of the other guys there, completely out of the blue, that he looked like he was about to "sprout hairs." He seemed confused when we laughed, it was obviously something very clear to him.:p)
I remember talking to the funny guy next to me and focusing on his mouth, since thats where the noise was coming from. I eventually only saw his mouth, floating there in space, as he continued speaking.
The plan of the night was to walk to that guys house sometime later in the night, and people kept bringing it up, but we kept changing the subject and such, with bothered me.
On my many trips to the bathroom, I was amused by the fact that my urine seemed to be bright orange, and how my pupils looked HUGE in the mirror. (Ive read that some people dont like seeing themselves in the mirror when theyre tripping, but it didnt seem to bother me any)
The trip started getting really intense, and Id sit there with my head leaning on my hand and feel like I was caught, spiraling in to my own thoughts, and I couldnt escape. I started getting really anxious, and I really felt like I wanted to get out of here and go to the other guys place. I kept bringing it up, but nobody else seemed ready to leave. I kept worrying that Id be stuck in this hellish spiral forever, and Id never think normally again. I struggled to think sober, but of course, I was peaking, so I had no chance at that.
Finally, people started getting up to put on their shoes and get ready to head out the door. I took this as my cue to put my shoes on and head outside without checking if anybody was following me. Apparently they stood around talking for about 5 minutes with their shoes on. Once I got outside (This was in an apartment building) I noticed they were no longer there. I knew I was locked out, so I decided instead of waiting for them, I would simply walk home. I lived in a fairly small town, so it was maybe a 10 minute walk.
I found that stars and street lights were very pleasing to look at. I was also very paranoid when I saw other people, and especially when I saw cars. I thank my subconscious for keeping me safe when I crossed streets. Its hard to describe how cars looked at the time, but they moved very jerkily and the headlights seemed VERY bright. My subconscious was so worried about getting hit that even when I was on a sidewalk, if I noticed headlights coming from behind me, I would be gripped with this heart-wrenching fear until I turned around to confirm that the car was on the road and I was not.
I made it home, took off my shoes and got in to my bed. I was still tripping really hard, so of course I couldnt sleep. When I closed my eyes, I saw 2D and 3D geometric patters, all strangely coloured, and the like. Id try to sleep while this was going on for what felt like half an hour, Id open my eyes and see my alarm clock glowing (It seemed as if the numbers themselves were simply floating in mid-air) and it had only been 2 minutes.
I then came to an idiotic conclusion. I decided that I was in fact, still at the apartment sitting down, and my whole walk home was simply a journey in to my mind. And the only way I could get back to reality would be to go BACK to the apartment and re-unite with my body. So I got up, and left my house, walking back towards the apartment.
Once I got there, realized that I was, of course locked out. I tried to walk through the door, since I thought I was in my mind, and if I wanted it to happen, it would. It didnt work. I called a whole bunch of people on my phone, hoping to ask them how to get back to reality. None of them picked up. (Unfortunately, one of them was a house phone, and I woke up one of the girls mothers. This was on the same night they were awaiting news from the hospital that the girls grandmother was dead, since they were told it was only a matter of time. So yeah, bad timing on my part)
I sat on the ground (Quite dirty) and tried to figure out my situation. I went around to the front to see if I could figure out which window the apartment was, to see if the light was on, but no lights were on at all. I sat there trying the door multiple times, for what felt like at least an hour, but I never checked my phone so see how long it actually was.
I finally decided that Id just walk to my the guys house. I dont know exactly what my logic was, since I still thought I was lost in my own mind, but that was what I did. Still tripping hard, afraid of cars and all that, I made the journey to his house.
Once I got there, it seemed that no lights were on upstairs, and in the basement window where there was a light on, I couldnt see anybody. I went to the door to walk in, but I couldnt do it. I had only been to the house once before, earlier that day (Id known the guy for awhile, and Id been to an old house of his once, but never really met his parents) and I was afraid of his parents being awake and freaking out. Now, this was stupid, since I knew from earlier that day that they were out of town, but I still couldnt do it.
So I sat down in a chair and came down from my trip, trying to work up the courage to walk in. Suddenly, like a switch was flipped, I noticed that somebody was in the kitchen. The guy whose house it was! And he hadnt just got there either, he was looking through a drawer or something, and in the middle of a conversation. I apparently imagined the whole "empty house" thing, since I could here people talking inside fairly easily now.
I got up and walked in, and everybody was surprised to see me, since Id disappeared a long time ago. They asked what happened and I just stood their dumbfounded, trying to find words. I managed to get out that I was having trouble deciding if this was real or not. They did their best to convince me, noting that we were going down to the basement, which I hadnt seen earlier, so I couldnt be simply seeing it in my own head.
As I came back to terms with reality we played some Wii bowling and then I walked home once again. I got home and laid down, trying to decipher everything that had just happened. I didnt know what to feel. It was really late, so I just went to sleep, fragmented memories of the night swirling in my head.
Sorry it was so long, and congratulations to anybody who reads all the way through it.:p
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