I've always heard that no matter what people tell you, you can never know what your first shroom trip will be like.
I've always heard that no matter what people tell you, you can never know what your first shroom trip will be like. This weekend, I learned that was so true. I'm a weekend herb smoker, have dropped acid a couple times, and have fried on morning glory seeds several time, but these experiences still didn't quite prepare me. It started on friday, when I bought 1/8th from a friend at work. I wasn't going to do them until sunday or monday, but it's funny how your plans can change unexpectedly. Friday night at around 8, I took 2 huge bong hits before I was to make my way to the local D.I.Y. punk venue to go to a show. Right before I left, I decided to take another look at the magic mushrooms. I opened the baggie they were in, and took a big whif. Now I don't know if you can trip off sniffing them, but what happened over the next couple hours was weird. Maybe it was the large amount of bud I smoked, I don't know. On my walk to this punk place I mentioned earlier, I had my discman on. In phoenix we have these weird canals that run through the middle of the city, and I swear the canal itself was playing the music I was listening to, that's how it felt. I've NEVER seen physical things play music on weed alone. Soon I became thirsty, and stopped in a walgreens. This is where things start to get weird. Everyone looked fucked up and distorted. Then the whole store itself started to rumble, and the aisles were all slanted. It felt like I was in the middle of an earthquake."Holy shit!" I thought. I bought my water, barely able to speak to the cashier. When I exit the store, I quickly decide to abandon my plans on going to the show.
I tried walking home, but i get lost. I continue to hear/experience the earthquaking sounds and motions. I hail a taxi and it drives me the 1.5 miles back to my pad. Me and my roomate go get some beer, and when we get back I figure the hell with it, let's eat the mushies. So we made a lime drink with them, and split it. After about 10 minutes, I feel them come on strong. The carpet gets a little fog thing over it, and everything feels weird and dreamy. We put on the fatboy slim CD, and it was so trippy. Then we put in the Beatles, which are awesome on shrooms, and pink floyd, which freaked me out a little. Attempts to move felt really awkward, and sort of liquid. I sat down on the couch, and it felt like my insides were being ripped apart. Luckily this didn't last long. I was convinced I was going to have a bad trip. For the first 2 hours, I felt such a mix of emotions. One minute I'd feel really euphoric, the next I'd feel paranoid and scared. I also hated how I'd be freezing one minute, and hot the next. I went into the bathroom and decided the tiles on the sink were actually a keyboard. I started to play herbie hancock's "rockit" on the tiles, and could hear the music in my head. Now that part was neat! I loved being in my bathroom. I would just stare at myself in the mirror(something I was always afraid to do on acid), and examine my pores super closely. The walls were turning to paint, and I kept drawing my name in them. TV was bizarre. I put on the cartoon network. I couldn't make sense of anything that was going on, but it was cool nonetheless. My roomate kept annoying the hell out of me, cos he's one of those people who don't appreciate the value of silence, and he just kept talking and talking and talking. Then he cut himself on accident, and MADE Me look at the wound. That was so scary. Eventually, time had ceased to have meaning. I also felt a mild sense of loss of ego(which is something I had thought only happened on stronger trips)
We took two little walks late at night, and they were pretty cool. When I first went into the dark night air, it felt as though I was in the middle of a movie set. For a moment I thought I was someone like Truman, in the Truman Show.
I felt a close bond with nature. Like I would talk and listen to the palm trees and bushes. After that I just chilled in my room, listening to music, having my body melt into the walls, and stuff like that. The last 4-5 hours were so much fun. Very little anxiety, just euphoria, and tripping out on all the cool stuff that was happening around me. I went on my balcony at 5 am, and the sun was just starting to come up. There was a very beautiful mix of colors in the sky, and I just sat there for a while, reflecting on different parts of my trip. Overall, it was pretty good, but next time I'm going to do it alone.