I'm coming down from my second ever trip, after being
disappointed with my first trip (10 P. Semilanceata), I have to say,
Mushroom potency can alternate so differently between mushrooms that you
pick... I just was blasted away by 15 dried P. Semilanceata. It was
meant to be 25, but I gave my mate 10 so he could trip with me... My
mind is in pieces at what I just saw.
I'd been waiting all week,
and dried out 25 mushrooms last night from my second pickings of my
first ever season. All I ever hear is my mates taking 80 mushrooms and
not tripping hardly, but I wanted to be cautious and start low just in
case I have a crazily low tolerance to mushrooms and they just fuck me
up - Which is the case it seems... COOL
Anyway,
it hits 6:45.. I decide it's time to eat them. We quickly chew on em
for 10 minutes, till all I can taste is mushrooms, then we smoke some
spliffs and I'm pretty high right now, so I totally forget about the
mushies I just ate. 45 minutes I notice I'm getting trails, and I felt
like my pupils were bigger. My phone was so much brighter, so I'm
thinking this weed is fucking excellent. Then I notice the bricks are
swaying in the garage slightly in my peripheral side vision, what the
fuck is going on?
Then I felt the tingling, and started
yawning... Yes, you ate mushrooms 45 minutes ago. I completely forgot I
had ingested them and was worried at how bad that could be, what if I
wasn't ready for them? I realized I was or I wouldn't of taken them at
the time and just enjoyed the tracers and slight bends. 20 minutes later
and things are slowly starting to come into vision, bricks crawling
across the wall, all the writing on the wall is swirling and glowing,
and dancing across the wall. The roof is falling down, then bending back
up and the whole garage is bulging outwards. I came up like a sack of
shit to be fair, they kicked me in the face completely.
I'm in
between a wave right now, explaining to my friends about what I was
seeing in my last trip, and how I don't think I've peaked yet, but I can
feel it coming on definitely. This is when B decides to hit a bong, and
proceeds to ask if anyone would like one. Yeah man, sure, I'd love a
bong right now (I forgot I was on mushrooms and in between waves again).
He hands me the bong, the chillum packed to the top. Thats a bong, and
I'm gonna clear that fucker in one (4ft bong easily). It took me 3 attempts to clear it, each one like a shotgun to the head.
5
Minutes later I feel the buzz kicking in, I feel warm, euphoric,
giggly... Wait, is this another wave coming on? I think so... Fuck,
Mushrooms! I Forgot about those!
The carpet started turning,
spiraling, tracing, time stopped. The bong blasted my shroom buzz
tenfold. The walls were fractals, swimming, melting, shaping, breathing
heavily, closing then flying back out with a cartoon almost effect. Soon
patterns engulfed my vision and I proceeded to close my eyes, flying
through a tunnel of bending, morphing melting colours in the psychedelic
stratosphere. Why am I here? What is this world... Why is it so small?
The 4th dimension is so surreal, it has stopped (time).
This is
only the peak of the trip, this lasted for an hour at least (6 hours in
my mind), I came back from that intense wave with a huge exhale of air
and a small mutter of "Holy. Fucking. Shit.", my mates turned to me and
said "You went somewhere else there didn't you? We could tell...", I
couldn't believe what I saw. I just tripped absolute balls from 15 tiny
tiny mushrooms, it got me thinking how such a chemical in your brain can
cause such an amazing experience. How the fuck does Psiloc(yb)in
actually work? CRAZY!
For the next 2 hours I was stunned by what I
had seen, felt and envisioned. I felt amazing. This is when the trip
turned sour for about 10 minutes.
We all went outside (pitch
black, quiet, numbingly cold). My mates got in the car while I had a
pee. I went to get into the car when they played a trick and decided to
speed off, I instantly got scared. Why are they leaving me in this
horrible world of disrepair? I started sprinting after the car, a good
18mph. They stopped and let me in 2 seconds later realizing I was
tripping and noticed the totally scared expression on my face, I was
*shitting* myself. After I got into the car I felt superb to be with my
friends again, and understood it was a playful joke. They apologized and
understood I was tripping my fucking balls off back there.
The
next is pretty much just coming down from a mushroom trip, trying to
find my mind which was scattered all over that garage in which we hang
out... Peace out, happy tripping
