I've wanted to trip ever since age 13, when I first became interested in Tim Leary, Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury, and anything having to do with the counter-culture revolution of the 1960s. Seven years later, I finally got the opportunity.
The setting was at a friend's apartment, with five friends (three first-timers, two experiences). The experienced ones handed out a small batch (estimated at around 1.7 or so grams) of recently picked and dried mushrooms to each of us newcomers. I was pretty apprehensive, but I swallowed my fear (and shrooms) with Doritos. They didn't taste very bad, though the gritty, chalky texture was definitely weird at first.
We cued up Pink Floyd's "Dark Side Of The Moon" with "The Wizard Of Oz" to see what all the buzz what about (if you haven't done this, try it, its awesome). About a half-hour into the trip, the music seemed very loud, I could feel it pulsing in my ears. My face started to feel very hot and my legs tingled. I found myself entraced, practically hypnotized by the movie, but very freaked-out by the tornado scene, and felt a bit nauseous. I got up and went outside to chill out and calm down with my friend. As I walked toward the door, the tile floor seemed to flow in waves, and I said to myself, "Oh man, what am I getting into?"
It was the middle of the night, but the grass seemed very green. Until this point I'd just felt very stoned and drunk and a little nauseous... but outside, I realized I was definitely TRIPPING. I kept reaching down at holes in the cement... in my state, they were not concave, but convex, pushing outward and moving like little bugs. I started filling in the holes with dirt so I would stop reaching out at them. Every shadow I saw seemed to creep across the ground, and I was absolutely amazed. At this point, all my anxiety about the situation flew away. I was too amazed to be nervous.
At one point I began running around the apartment complex. Now, I'm no runner... I never exercise, I have weak knees, and I've been smoking cigarettes since I was 15 (5 years now), but I felt great just running around. My lungs didn't hurt, my knees didn't grate. I must've run continously at a pretty good pace for 15-20 minutes, and I wasn't out of breath at all when I finally stopped. For me, shrooms were definitely a performance-enhancer.
We did a lot of laughing. I mostly can't remember at what, but I did think it was absolutely hilarious how dialated all of our eyes were. Everyone's eyes were black, we looked sinister, and it cracked me up every time I looked in the mirror.
As I came down from the trip, I smoked a few bowls and watched Fantasia. This was about 5-6 hours later, and I was no longer seeing things move, but the classical music was absolutely gorgeous.
All in all, it was a beautiful experience. I can't wait to try it again... this time at a higher dose with no anxiety issues. Happy shrooming, everyone!