Ok so I had always been kind of interested in tripping on
mushrooms at some point in my life. I smoke marijuana every day, smoked DMT
once, and did a half gram dose of shrooms twice (but of course never really
tripped). I had done research on them for about a year and a half when my
friend came to me with the idea of growing. I live by myself and after he explained
all the science behind it to me (which was really interesting) I decided to
give it a try. We got a syringe of golden teacher spores and once the first
flush was done we got to business. Myself and a different friend, “Jake”, both
took 2.5 grams while the original friend, “Dave”, took 2. We ate them at 5:30
with some peanut butter and a tall glass of orange juice and went into my room
to listen to music/chill. By 6:15 Dave was definitely feeling the effects (keep
in mind he had never tripped on anything before). He was really full of energy
and looked worried. So I asked him how he was doing and told him everything was
cool. By 6:30 Jake and I still were not tripping (body high but nothing intense
or visual) so we went down to my garage and started smoking. The weed seemed to
trigger it because within 5 minutes shit started going down. We were in a big
circle smoking from a hookah I made and as I looked around everyone started to
look slightly cartoonish. Their faces seemed to have a reflective coating and
kept ebbing out of the boundaries they rightfully should have been in. From
this point on my thoughts were extremely difficult to follow. It was as if I
had two streams of thought. One was following the conversation and everything
that was happening in the room, while the other was being flooded with all
these different thoughts and information. It was super hard to keep up with and
took up my main focus. The odd thing is that I was still participating in the
conversation without realizing what was going on.
My garage is really brightly lit with warm lights and has a
bunch of crap in it and it felt very safe and comfortable. The walls were
breathing slightly and all the tools hung up on the wall were vibrating. Every
time I took a hit I would look at the end of the hose for like two minutes,
just examining every little detail. It was so brilliant and the closer I
brought it to my eyes the more amazing it looked. After a while I sat on the
back of the chair and let my dog sit in the seat. Every time I would look at
the dog his hair and the threads in the chair would melt together and start
flowing towards me.
At one point I had to go up stairs to get something from my
hall closet. The journey up there was really cool because I have lots of
mirrors in the house, but when I turned on the closet light and opened the door
it felt like something was trying to swallow me up. Needless to say I said fuck
it and went back to the garage. We continued smoking for a while and invited
two friends over. At this point I was beginning to feel kind of sick and
uncomfortable with the situation but as soon as they showed up the trip became
100% positive. We smoked some more and I was still tripping when everyone left
at 2a.m. so I went outside and looked at the moon. At first I was a little
worried but then my dog came up to me and it was all good. I looked at the
moon, which seemed enormous and as the sky seemingly expanded I saw lines
shooting out the sides of the moon, like latitudinal lines. I felt as though
there was a connection between myself and the moon and had a wave of
indescribable emotion similar to the one I had when coming down off DMT.
Eventually I went back inside and passed out. It was definitely a worthwhile
experience and I know that the comfort extensive research provided played a big
part.
