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 lukey2411
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 Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style.
#8399178 - 05/13/08 11:19 PM (4 months, 26 days ago) |
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First off, a little bit about me.
I'm 19, live in the South Eastern suburbs of Melbourne. Smoke pot regularly. Have used acid, shrooms, pills, speed, tranqs, MDMA and probably some other stuff I have forgotten about.
We had been checking our usual patch for a couple of weeks, scoping out whether there would be any pins popping their heads out of the ground. It took a while for some inactives to appear, but when they did, we knew it was a good sign that the goods were on their way. So on Sunday we went to the patch to have a look, and lo and behold, their were shrooms fucking everywhere, you could barely plant a foot without treading on either a mature shroom, or a pin. We could barely contain our joy, months and months of waiting between seasons and finally, we had received that which we desired so much. The best thing was: we didn't really expect there to be any subs around until a week later, so it was as surprising as it was exciting.
So later that night we went back when it was safe and picked about 50 decent sized ones, as much of what was there was still a bit too small to take. We got comfortable and decided to consume them the way we usually do, fresh, chopped up, and with a big mouthful of soft drink. After a few bongs of some unusually potent bud we got back to lounging around on a mattress on the floor, in front of the computer, utilising an lcd tv as a monitor. After about fifteen minutes I started to get that familiar feeling; heavy limbs and slow breathing, I was starting to trip. Another half an hour or so went by when the urge to urinate took over, my friend (hereafter, referred to as Tom) lives in an extended part of his house, they built another level on top of the roof, so it's a pretty secluded and safe part of the house, even with his dad home, it was pretty chill. So, back to the piss mission, I started to climb down the steps, which are similar to a dock ladder. As i took my first steps down I felt a wave of energy, it started in my head and took over my body for about a second. It was a precursor for what was to come. Inside this 'wave' all of the effects of the shrooms were tripled, it felt like the ladder was a rope ladder, swinging wildly in the sea-breeze. That was a pretty interesting feeling! I cautiously disembarked the ladder and walked out the door to take a piss. The first thing i noticed was the strange colours in the distance, it was like a midnight sunset. The deciduous shrub next to me was warping, gaining in size and stature, it looked slightly evil, but it still gave me good vibes. I emptied my bladder and returned to the safe-house.
I explained the interesting features of Tom's ladder and his front yard. I kept getting these 'waves' of psychedelia, the walls would move towards me and melt down to the floor. I was amazed at how smooth but intense this trip was after only eating four or five fresh Subs! He told me he wasn't tripping yet, just a bit stoned. His trip ended up being about 45 minutes behind mine. After another hour or so of talking shit, smoking, listening to music and enjoying ourselves, I remembered that the final round of the Premier League was on, I had to see if Manchester United could hold onto the title, I hate Chelsea. My house is two or three minute drive from Tom's place and we always drive stoned, it doesn't bother us. I know it's not the best idea, but in my area we never come across police, other cars or pedestrians, and we drive slowly when we are affected by drugs, so even if we crash, we are only going to hurt ourselves. When I got back to my place, to my horror, I realised that we had family friends over, I had to get my iPod and some other goodies, so I thought I would just duck in and grab my stuff, maybe see the scores of the soccer as well if it was safe. Luckily, everyone was asleep and the lounge room was empty. As I put the soccer on, I realised how much I was enjoying watching the games and how little I wanted to miss the final 25 minutes. I went back outside to my mate's car and invited him back inside, letting him know that the coast was clear.
After the game I grabbed all my gear that i needed for the rest of the night and we went back to my mate's place. We got back to the trip, giving life advice to each other, trying to comfort my friend on the idea of never being content, I tried to show him how we, as humans, are always striving to achieve more, contentment isn't a natural thing or necessarily a feeling to be desired and that it was ok to not know what to do in life, especially as 19 year old kids, still in Kidulthood. I was so glad that I got my iPod from my house, I have about 21 days of music on that thing, it's my most prized possession. We decided that a trip to McDonalds was entirely necessary. Two large ten-pack, nugget meals and frozen cokes was an absolute godsend! Listening to Eminem (please don't think any less of me! lol) on the way there was pretty intense, I could feel all the honesty, anger and raw aggression behind his lyrics. I had never enjoyed Eminem the way I did that night;
"...all this tension dispensin' these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin' me recently..."
"I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me"
It made me think about how horrible I can be sometimes, especially to my family. I'm always caught up in my own shit so much that I have never been able to show any affection towards my brothers or my mum. My father left when I was 8 and I rarely speak to him. I went about three without speaking to him once, between the ages of 12 and 15. At that moment I was so fed up with it all, all this tension that i've felt inside of me since I can remember, all this hatred for the world, this empty feeling that chases me around all the time. Chuck Palahniuk said it best.
"I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save it's species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke."
It felt good to be whatever it was that I am; I was at peace with myself but at war with the world.
The rest of the night was spent listening to music, smoking and chilling out. It was a really nice trip for the most of it, my friend got a bit emotional every now and then as he is having problems with a girl and a recent car crash that has been getting him down for a while on top of a pretty serious pot habit.
The next day I had to be up pretty early, which fucking sucked, but I got everything done and later that night we went back to the patches to pick some more. I ate a few with another close mate (let's call him Bill) in his car after he pressured me into eating a couple with him. Went home, got my shit together and got supplies for the night ahead. A girl (Sue) my friend was seeing invited me and my Tom to go over to her place for a night of shrooms, pizza, movies and beer.
We rocked up to Sue's place around 10.30pm and set up the bungalow that she had in her backyard. It was about five metres long, three metres wide and 2, 1/2 metres high. We only had one double mattress to use and two blankets for three people. We put 'The Mask' on and smoked a few cones, had a beer or two and ate some chips with the shrooms. We spoke about how they don't make movies like they used to. Movies like Jumanji, Toy Story, and all the other Disney/Pixar movies that were actually original and could be enjoyed by people of all ages. I knew I was starting to trip after this conversation, but i was still scattered from the night before, a lack of sleep, and the shrooms I ate with Bill in the car. We ended up munching on shrooms like they were chips, sucking on them like a dummy, with the stem in between your lips and the cap out of your mouth. I was pissing every half an hour, it was ridiculous. My body was trying to get all the poison out of me.
Every time I stood up I would be amazed at how small the room was, and how huge we all seemed to be in comparison to it. It was like a scene from Alice In Wonderland. My friends turned into caterpillars with their blankets covering their bodies, morphing into the ground, expanding like they were digesting food. There was a sticker of an old man on the window cheering, in black and white. He was looking right at me, looking pretty scary. Apparently, the people who lived there before Sue moved in were huge Lou Reed fans, so there were Lou Reed and Sonic Youth posters on the wall which was covered in some crazy wallpaper with cars, guns, planes and other strange 70's styled illustrations. Eventually, we put 24 Hour Party People on and talked about more shit for an hour or so. I could feel the mushroom goodness coursing through my veins, everything was melting in on me, I was "surfing the cosmic waves!" Every time I went outside all I could think about was how much the bungalow reminded me of the cabin from Evil Dead, i always get that sort of vintage horror movie feeling from shrooms, there is something really creepy about tripping for me.
Everything from the night is pretty hazy. I was so sleep-deprived. Around about 3am, everything was perfect. I completely let go of everything, I was smoking cigarettes which I haven't done since I quit around two years ago. And it felt great although at times I felt like I was having my last cigarette before I went off to war. All I could think about was how amazing I felt, Sue and I were half-spooning, listening to music, every song I picked was beautiful, she loved my D.J moves! haha. But seriously, I pride myself on being able to choose good music when people are tripping. Talking Heads, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Velvet Underground and Lou Reed, New Order and anything else that felt good. It felt like the best pill I had ever had, we all demanded someone to find some Heroin or Pills, we were absolutely fucked, and absolutely primitive. This is when shit started to go downhill. My arms started to get extremely heavy and my vision was more fucked than usual. I was lying down on my side, trying to choose a song on my iPod when my wrist started to act against my will, my left palm was facing the roof with the iPod in my hand but my wrist kept rotating, thumb moving towards the right. I couldn't control it, it kept occurring. Then I decided I needed to piss again, so i stumbled outside and found that my legs were no longer working properly, my knees kept buckling, I had absolutely no strength in my body. It was like I was in a dream, where you have very little control over yourself. You are fighting to regain control over your body and your actions but it just doesn't happen, the problem was that i wasn't just going to wake up and feel fine. It took me at least five minutes to walk ten minutes to take a piss and then walk back to the bungalow. When I stumbled back towards the door of the bungalow I struggled to open the door and when i finally did, it was pitch-black inside. I called out to my friend to try and find where I was in the room, she replied but was basically asleep, as was Tom. I was in trouble. I asked if i could switch the light on, but Sue's response was barely audible, I tried to find the light but it was nowhere to be found. I had no chance of making it to my bed in the far corner of the room, the floor was a mine field. Bong, beers, chips, mix bowl, shrooms everywhere, bodies strewn across the floor. So I did the only thing I could do, my legs were failing me and my arms were made of lead. I flopped onto the ground and rest my head on a bean bag. The sound of the beans moving next to my ear were making me wonder if they would slowly drive me insane, push me over the edge. I lay there for what seemed like hours, wishing I could function properly, wishing I was in my own house, or somewhere remotely familiar. I had no idea who or what I was, what I was doing or where I was, looking into the stars that were flying around my brain, the forms and shapes in front of my eyes. I was freezing, the breeze was coming under the door onto my bare feet. Eventually, I started my hunt for a source of light, A lighter, a phone, a torch, fucking anything to save me. I found that the bong had fallen over and spilled everywhere, the smell of beer and bong water was overwhelming. I almost believed in God when I finally found Tom's phone. I thanked the world for giving me something to save myself. I half crawled, half walked to my part of the mattress and struggled for the next 6 hours trying (and failing) to get comfortable.
I was looking at the layers of everything, pulling them back, then I got to the core of the universe, it was like the corner of a scab you are removing, looking into the wound that was the centre of everything. I was seeing a huge wall of wooden arms. Then I opened my eyes and looked around me. I imagined being in love with Sue, imagined being in this state of mind with someone i love entirely. It made me realise how much I had missed love in my life over the past couple of years. I was in heaven for a split-second, then I was straight back in hell. I felt like I was being tortured for all the shit things I had been doing, like the shrooms were punishing me. I could not get comfortable, I think that was what really pushed me over the edge, I was only on the corner of the mattress, I had the legs of a chair in my back and the room felt like it was on a huge slant and I was falling towards the closest corner. The room probably was on a slant, the floorboards under the door were all rotten and falling apart, which I almost put my foot through every time I stumbled back to the door after urinating. At one stage I was tempted to eat some more shrooms, I think it was when I felt like I was in heaven I wanted to go further into the trip, but as soon as i fell back down I only wanted to be sober. I was in a state of semi-consciousness, drifting in and out of space. And every time I spoke, the calmness and familiarity of my own voice would shock me. I could imagine watching the Velvet Underground playing 'Heroin' in a huge pine forest, and then I could see myself in the Living Forest from Mortal Kombat.
I'm not sure what happened over the next few hours, I remember seeing that the time was somewhere between five and seven am. I got very little sleep, I was still tripping when I woke up at 11am. My legs and arms still wouldn't move properly and my vision was horrible. We finally packed up all our stuff after much deliberation.
On the drive home I kept thinking what it would be like to be a usual person, to have never tried drugs before. I feel like I'm getting stuck in a drug hell, I don't want to quit, but I no longer want to feel the desire to always get fucked up. I want to be able to enjoy sobriety. I never thought I would want to do shrooms again during that tumultuous night, but when i woke up I realised it was just the setting and the irregular timing of my dosing. I ate two at 8.30. then ate another two or three around 11. And then kept munching moderate amounts all through the night until about 4 am.
I was a goblin in hyperspace, the cosmos, volcanoes, black holes, supernovas, deep jungles, video games, movies, inside music and Middle-Earth and all the while I was in the cabin from Evil Dead. I'd say my trip was somewhere between a level 3 and a level 4 trip. So much more happened, but I can't remember all that much of it now.
These two nights definitely taught me a lesson and a new appreciation for the shroomos.
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You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
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Scantraxx
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 Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: lukey2411]
#8399561 - 05/14/08 02:05 AM (4 months, 26 days ago) |
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That would of sucked not being able to not know what's going on when it's really dark i hate it especially when you've got flu or something and you wake up and your still in the dream and then about an hour later you realize wtf? I'm awake but I'm still apart of my dream haha weird shit. The first trip sounded alright, but i guess there's a good point in this don't do shrooms when sleep deprived! Was the next day you tripped bad experience or something to learn from? Seems like some people shy away from drugs after experiences like this, does this make you feel like thinking twice before you do shrooms? or are you just thankful for the experience?
good read!
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lukey2411
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: Scantraxx]
#8399659 - 05/14/08 03:22 AM (4 months, 26 days ago) |
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I'm not sure when I will use shrooms again, i will give it a bit of time. Mainly just so that my body can recover from it. Might trip on the weekend, who knows...I knew tripping the second night was risky, I didn't really care though.
Glad you enjoyed it.
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You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucas2411
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Pikel_meow
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Registered: 05/11/08
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Loc: West Melbourne
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: lukey2411]
#8399721 - 05/14/08 05:08 AM (4 months, 26 days ago) |
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I think the pot would've affected your trip somewhat.
I've never actually been effected by shrooms but i know pot all to well. And i know that it can give horrid thoughts about life and how shit you have become.
I have one friend (Anonymous) who doesn't like weed at all for this very reason.
Well anyway, that was interesting to read. Thanks for posting.
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"Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts."
-Jim Morrison.
"Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent."
-Friedrich Nietzsche.
"If only it was as easy to soothe my hunger by rubbing my belly"
-Diogenes, defense from his crime of masturbation in public.
Sanity is determined by majority.
-Pikel.
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lukey2411
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: Pikel_meow]
#8399743 - 05/14/08 05:26 AM (4 months, 26 days ago) |
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Yeah, i smoke a lot of weed dude.
I have a lot of control over my mind when i'm on drugs. I didn't have many negative thoughts or feelings, it was just the disorientation and lack of control over my body that i wanted to stop.
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You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucas2411
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xk3m_indica
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: lukey2411]
#8419319 - 05/19/08 07:15 AM (4 months, 21 days ago) |
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that's a decent report buddy. Make sure you consume a lot more dr00gz in future
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Ego sum fructus mihi mente
Ego sum partem hoc universo
ergo
Ego sum universum experioraret semet
Ego sum universum argumentaret semet
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RIP Albert Hofmann
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lukey2411
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: xk3m_indica]
#8419326 - 05/19/08 07:21 AM (4 months, 21 days ago) |
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Thanks man, I still need to write up the other night's trip. Got another one planned for tomorrow night with a lady friend.
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You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucas2411
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xk3m_indica
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: lukey2411]
#8419327 - 05/19/08 07:22 AM (4 months, 21 days ago) |
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just be careful, over-use can get a little dangerous
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Ego sum fructus mihi mente
Ego sum partem hoc universo
ergo
Ego sum universum experioraret semet
Ego sum universum argumentaret semet
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RIP Albert Hofmann
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xk3m_indica
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: xk3m_indica]
#8419329 - 05/19/08 07:23 AM (4 months, 21 days ago) |
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wtf i just completely contradicted myself
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Ego sum fructus mihi mente
Ego sum partem hoc universo
ergo
Ego sum universum experioraret semet
Ego sum universum argumentaret semet
***
: i2cv76
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RIP Albert Hofmann
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lukey2411
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Re: Flying through the cosmos, Evil Dead style. [Re: xk3m_indica]
#8419341 - 05/19/08 07:32 AM (4 months, 21 days ago) |
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Haha, gold. Yeah, I know. Read above to see how I learned my lesson of going too hard too soon without enough preparation or care for my body.
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You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucas2411
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