2g of blue meanies and hillbillies

Hey ya'll! This is my first trip report written, and my second time ever going on an experience with mushrooms. I did this trip with a very experienced friend of mine, who did 2.5g of blue meanies alongside me. I started the night feeling pretty anxious, as I had gotten up at 4 AM for my job as an EMT and had another early shift the next day. Smartest decision? Probably not but I followed through on plans anyways. I got to his home at 6:30, we had his backyard shed set up for us with a couch, tv, and heater for when we need a change in environment. We also had his pool area set up with a fire pit with firewood and a speaker for our come up and for when the inevitable awe of the universe begins setting in. Once we were ready, we had started brewing our teas and got the fire going.

The come up for me was quite different compared to my very first trip, which was 2g of hillbillies. This come up I had the same weighted body feel as before, however more nausea. I had left fruiting bodies in the tea because I had heard it improves the experience, but I was obviously having a hard time with digesting them. This had begun to make me feel the need to throw up to get it over with, however one of his family members had gotten home and I did not feel comfortable being them at this time. We went back to the pool and sat by the fire, eventually the nausea went away. I lay down in the poolside chair, and it hit me. I was grinning so wide it almost hurt, laughing at the stars. In my last trip, the north star became a motherly figure in the sky for me. This time it felt like saying hi to an old friend. The breathing visuals were very noticeable, and once they hit my friend we were busting our asses laughing at a joke only we knew about in the moment. All nausea and anxiety had left my body at this point.

We were astounded because the fire was the only thing that didn't have visuals for either of us at the moment. It had looked exactly the same as if we were sober. The night was cold and the fire felt like a primal home base. That's when I remembered I had a blanket in my car, and I asked if he wanted to get it with me. Off we went to get my blanket. Once we started walking, it felt as though I was growing and shrinking while walking. The world around me was breathing, and felt plastic. Once we got outside we realized we could see perfectly fine without flashlights, secondary to our now dinner plate sized pupils. My friend brought up going for a walk then getting my blanket once we are back. I agreed. His street has tall oak and redwood trees along the pavement, we couldn't do anything but stare at the canopy above us. To me, the leaves were turning into spirals and fractals, as for my friend I guess he saw them slithering like snakes. We were talking about youtubers and what would happen if we went to any of the gas stations nearby like this, laughing our asses off. Then we both realized that the houses and street we were walking on didn't feel real. Many of them still had halloween light up, as this street is one of those ones you could expect full size candy bars from trick or treating as a kid. It felt like we were walking through one of those winter wonderland walkthroughs that the fairs will have over the holidays. It truly felt like we were somewhere else.

Once we were back in front of his house, we got my blanket and went back to the fire. The walk felt like a half hour, but when we checked our phones it had only been about 12 minutes. At this point the playlist I had qued up began playing after the initial lofi playlist had gotten over with for the come up. The playlist is made up of some jungle, some ambient, some synthwave, some jazzhop. We both layed back down on the poolside chairs, speechless, staring at the stars. We both saw geometry in the stars at this point, lines connecting them, designs. A synthwave version of Aria Math by C418 began playing, and thats when it became intense for me. I began to see a face in the sky, with the moon as one of his eyes. It gave strong fatherly energy, and I had accordingly named him the "Father". Closing my eyes, I found myself in a bright yellow room filled with designs I couldn't possibly describe now. I was constantly rotating. It felt like I was there for a long time, but it couldn't have been more than 5 mins I had my eyes closed. My friend had his eyes closed as well, and he started to describe what he saw once he saw mine open. I can't remember his description, but I can remember I had forgotten entirely how to speak. I could make moans, but to put out a single word of english took a great amount of concentration and discomfort.

We eventually sat back up in the fire, and thats when the caveman shenanigans began. Since I still couldn't speak, I thought it would be funny if I bounced around like a monkey on all fours. That led to us both doing that around the fire pit. The music that had came on at this point had some wood percussion instruments that struck us both as extremely primal. We both began dancing our hearts out for who knows how long. We crouched by the fire, and I had a feeling of my face morphing to fit that of a neanderthal. My hands looked a lot more wrinkled to accommodate that image as well. We sat as cavemen for a bit, having a whole conversation that probably sounded like a few words sprinkled into grunts to anyone looking from the outside. Once we could both speak, now the conversationalist portion of the trip began.

We spoke about so many things. From the election, to video games, to our jobs, to our relationships, to music. It was beautiful and deep. I felt as though I could share any thought or emotion without being judged. We were able to recognize the fire was going out, so we put one more log on and decided that when that burnt out, we would move to the shed. I had laughed the hardest I had ever laughed before when we were talking Minecraft, and we had explored the idea of hanging with a creeper and sharing a blunt with it. I had laughed so hard that it hurt. After that laughing fit was over, we stared in awe at the stars and music some more before deciding to finally enter the shed. While walking over there, I felt an overwhelming urge to dance my way over, while he sprinted at top speed in circles around his backyard. Eventually we were able to wrangle ourselves into the shed, sit on the couch, and pull up youtube. We turned on the new tyler, the creator album. We saw police car chase videos pop up on his recommended, and for some reason the thumbnails were enough to get us absolutely dying with laughter. Visuals were still going strong, but now we just wanted to laugh. We watched police chases laughing like absolute maniacs the whole time. At some point, autoplay began playing Dr. Mike Israetel, who breaks down scientific weightlifting. Me and my friend lost our ability to speak, and the cavemen came back. We were laughing at this guy using big words, and we both started using had gestures and grunts to say "just do this!", while imitating working out.

Eventually we could speak again, and we started playing the first episode of the midnight gospel. Hearing Duncan Trussel's voice marked the come down. Before the episode was even over, I felt physically and emotionally exhausted. I began thinking about my behavior the past few weeks. I had realized that I had taken some things in my life too seriously, such as work, and I was beginning to lose sight of my own interests. My friend was still feeling some effects, and wanted to go outside. Once we did, I confirmed that visuals were pretty much entirely gone for me. I was still thinking about all the things that I could work on, while we walked back to the fire. It looked as though a couple of animals had ran through the pool area. The cardboard we were using as kindling had been torn all over the place. The bark from the wood was everywhere. I helped him clean up, as he had came down after being out there for a minute. I felt a very strong desire to go home. It was about 11:30 at this point, and I had to be up by 6 AM.

Once I was home, I ended up not being able to sleep, which had happened my first trip as well. I thought very deeply about what I actually wanted to do with my career, as well as my hobbies. It was a very valuable experience, and was the most laughter I had had since I was in elementary school. Thank you for reading!