I hadn't posted this before, but because of some other topics I wanted to let you guys read it, and then ask a few questions at the bottom. I have tripped a couple of more times since this one. It was a Wed. and I had work the next day. My friend and I went picking at a field someone told us about. Sure enough, we found a few mushrooms. Not enough for both of us, he said because I had never done it, I could take them and he would drive me around, or sit with me. So I take them not knowing what I'm going to see. While I'm still straight we decide to drive to a city an hour from here to check more fields (he is driving). While riding down I notice all the trees and other greenery seems to look more vivid, more colorful, and just more beautiful. We passed by an area where they were clearing trees and I remember thinking 'that's horrible, who would want to do that to such a beautiful area'. I felt really in touch with nature. So we get to McComb (the other city), locate the field, and decide we should wait a few minuites before going in (I wasn't really seeing anything yet). Then it hit me, while sitting in the car, I looked up at his roof and it seemed to go on for days, the roof just shot into the sky about 100 miles, it was so deep I couldn't see where it ended. I checked with him to make sure the roof to his car had not disappeared and he assured me it didn't. We get out of the car and walk into the field (I was really starting to trip now). Standing in this green field surrounded by trees was completely humbling, to look at all these beautiful things. I look down at the ground (what's normally just a few hills and grass, it is is literally rolling twords me. So I look up at the trees again, they are swirling in circles and some are bending over. Needless to say, I was no good for finding mushrooms. I just stood there looking absolutely lost. After just sitting in the field taking in all that was happening we get back into the car to head back twords our home. I remember feeling like I was different people, and apparently I thought I was because I would ask myself questions, and answer them. Answering as more than one person (even to my friend). He turned on some DeathBoy(good techno if your into it) and I liked it (or we should I say). One song came on that was just too "busy" for me and I freaked out, I asked him "why did everything just get in a hurry, the world is moving to fast, I don't like it, make it slow down" he changed tracks back to one I was really digging earlier and the world went back to normal. He asked if this was better, this is where I guess I really was more than one person because my reply was "Do we like this one, Yes, we do. We should listen to it" and I sat there quietly for another 30 minuites. We stopped at a pool hall along the way home (we like playing pool and I wanted to be out of the car (after all, there were other worlds outside that car, and I wanted to see them)). We walk in, decide we want to play snooker, grab a table, and I stare at the wall instead. It was a very good wall to me. The guy who was running the place comes over and talks to my friend, I couldn't understand him at all. His mouth would move, but sounded like he was speaking a new language. I quickly lost interest with this guy and moved onto something else. Then out of no where, guitar. Music, something I had never heard. I look to the jukebox to see what was playing, its off. Wierd. Music goes away. Then back again, same thing, just a guitar, playing the same thing as earlier. I tried to focus on it, but the more I did the less I could hear it. That repeated for a while until we left. We went out to a few more places and I quickly learned that if I did not know the person who walked up to me, I could no see their face, it had melted off or something, and I could not understand them when they talked. If I already knew you, then we could carry on a converstaion. Later in the night I had trouble convincing myself if things were real, I would walk to the bathroom, come back, have full memory of going to the bathroom, but couldn't convince myself that I had actually gone. I got a little freaked at this and we go back to my friends house. They are watching Red Dragon, interesting movie, but so was the movie playing on their ceiling. We smoke a few bowls as my trip is ending, and I become completly disconnected from myself (I think) in that memories were there, but there was no telling myself I actually did it. There was alot more to this night, but this is long enough. Now for my couple of questions, when I was tripping, for some reason every time I saw my friend (while in the car) he looked like satan, he wasn't evil, not after my soul or anything. He just looked like him. Is there a reason for this, do you see things based on what you think/feel about someone (this would also explain the thing with strangers) What level of trip do you think this might have been, this is the first and only time I've tripped that hard. Sorry if this is the wrong forum, people post trip reports here and in general, please move it if it's in the wrong spot
-------------------- But I?ll survive, the pain lets me know I?m alive. But I still feel that this ain?t livin.
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