About a year ago, when I first started experimenting with psychoactives, (about 17 at the time) I decided to try mushrooms on my own for the first time.
About a year ago, when I first started experimenting with psychoactives, (about 17 at the time) I decided to try mushrooms on my own for the first time. I got an eighth from a friend earlier that day, and decided that it would be safer to try it at home instead of at school, where I could get in some trouble with teachers. Because it was the first time I tripped, I didn't really know what to expect, except for a body high, because up to this point, all I had ever tried was weed. That night, I ate the shrooms on an empty stomach along with some water to help the taste out a little bit. (Everyone I know says they taste awful, but I actually don't mind the taste at all. Funny.) I got on my laptop and chatted with people online while I waited for them to kick in. About 30 minutes in, I notice that my music starts to echo a little bit and I start to sink into my bed a little bit deeper. I see tracers and glowing outlines of lights, and I think, "Well, this is nice, I must be tripping. This is probably as good as it's going to get." So, I turned my light off and tried to settle in and chat online a little bit more before I go to bed. Another 30 minutes later, I start to really drift off. I've noticed that whatever I type, it's always exactly what I'm trying to say, no matter how it's spelled, and I can hit any key and expect the same outcome any time. My walls start to become cave-like and wet to the touch, and my laptop screen is illuminating the whole room with beautiful, kalidoscopic blue-green light. I notice that I'm starting to trip, close my eyes, and notice that no matter how hard I close my eyes, I can still look around my room just as well as if my eyes were open. I thoroughly confuse a few people in the process of trying to speak to them, telling them to help me guess a number that they have in their head before I find my guitar, put my computer down, and start to jam to myself a little bit. About two hours in, I start to feel tired, but I don't want to go to sleep, so I try to walk downstairs to make some ramen noodles in the microwave. I gave up after a couple minutes because I realized that I had fallen asleep, and trip-dreampt that I had been walking around downstairs. Around that time, I fell asleep for good for the night, and woke up the next morning in my closet with all my clothes as a nice blanket, and a guitar beside me.
Every time I trip shrooms, I'll always try to close my eyes and "teleport" around with my eyes closed, but I've never been able to do it quite like the first time.