Mental Layers

After convincing my friend that he would rather eat mushrooms than eat acid (because in my area people sometimes just sell pieces of paper and all my acid experiences were nothing to brag about) we went and picked up our 1/4 of mushrooms and split the bag. My friend needed to go home first to tell his mom he was staying at my house. We came to a red light and I figured that i might as well eat mine now since i wasnt planning on entering his house. So i ate my 1/8th at the red light. I continued driving to his house and was waiting outside for him. After about 10 minutes of waiting (about 20 minutes after i ate) my friends brother came out and started talking to me. At around the time he started talking to me i started feeling all tingly and giddy. I knew my trip was coming on. I told him i needed to use his bathroom but he said i couldnt. I told him i needed to shit really bad but insisted that i couldnt use it. So i said "fuck it" and stormed into his house and demanded to know where the bathroom was. As i was sitting on the toilet i kept staring at the wallpaper, which was a pattern of little scallop shells. The shells started to undulate and seemed to be 1000's of colors at one time. I remember seeing little animals crawling in out of them as the pattern turned into waving grass on an african plain. When i came out my friend asked if i was ready to go and i said yeah. As we walked out and got in the car i told him that i was tripping. He got pissed that i was tripping before him so he ate his mushrooms. Now i love the taste of mushrooms but he had to choke them down. After awhile of driving and watching the on coming cars seem to float on the road i pulled over and told him that he might have to drive. After careful deliberation i decided that i would continue home driving myself. We finally got to my house and up to my room. As soon as i opened the door i was "hit" with all types of shifting patterns of color and light. I put on some rave music and chilled on bed for a while looking at the infinity complex that was the corner of my walls. I looked at a piece of my art and it seemed like it was a living interpertation of Dali. Throughout the entire time i was aware of my ability to "see" the music in my minds eye. I knew that the universe in its entirity was made up of many intricate layers of functions. Like the inner workings of some giant super computer. I knew that commmuncation was the binding that kept the universe together. And that verbal communication was the most basic form of transfering thoughts and other things. I seemed to sense everything that had to operate in order to keep things in some sort of cosmic balance. A characiture of my friend kept popping into and when i described it to him he just laughed and said thats great. The whole night we just sat on bed and related what we were feeling and seeing. I cant remember much of my visuals as much as i can remember my thoughts and feelings. I was proud of my friend for taking the step to expand his mind beyond linear thought patterns and kept telling him that. He said hed like to try it again and so do i. So im growing boomers now using the PF tek method and i cant wait to trip again.