My first trip was when I was 17, I am now 26. I was midway through my summer break and had talked with friends about the possibility of "Trippin'" for most of the previous school year (I was lead to believe that most of my friends were experienced psychonauts, read on).
Chase was an on again off again friend that I had known with since the second grade. We had been hanging out more this summer than ever before, which had brought us closer together than we had been in the past. The plan for the night was smoke some bud and go check out the laser show at the planetarium in the next town over.
The first stop of the evening was our 40 year old marijuana connection (he was everyone's marijuana connection, atleast amongst my circle). He opens the door and invites us in throwing in the "I've got some good news and some bad news" line. "Bad news is I'm dry as far as the pot goes, but if you guy's are interested I've got some shrooms, have you ever tripped?"
All of the talk the previous year and I was more than ready for this experience. Chase on the other hand, after bragging about his trips in the past wasn't as keen as I thought he'd be on the idea, strange. We picked up a quarter and headed on our way.
We arrived at the laserium about 30 minutes before the late show was set to start, the 7 o'clock show was Led Zepplin, we came for Pink Floyd at 10. The shrooms were broken up in 2 sandwitch baggies and we decided that we'd start the evening with one and maybe take some more if we needed it later. In retrospect this was probably the best idea we had that night.
As we sat in the circular room secretly awaiting ANY effect I noticed Chase looked uneasy. I didn't think much of it, that's when he broke down and told me. His stories of tripping before were just that, stories, I should've known. I wasn't sure what to think, I was happy that we were both doing something new, but a bit scared for the same reason. All I knew is I wasn't feeling anything and had butterflys waiting for it to start.
The show was nice, but not much more exciting than I remembered in the past. I was happy to get out of there, as I wanted to be able to speak without Floyd drowning out my voice.
I was happy to find that the rain that was predicted had blown past and the night air was warm and inviting, more than usual. My body was starting to feel the effects and it felt really good, like being wrapped in a down conforter. Chase had also started to feel the effects, although he mentioned more visual stimulation, halos around lights and the grass that looked like astroturf. Good thing I was driving.
We decided that my parents house was a good next stop. The ride would have usually taken about 10 minutes, but we somehow managed to get lost. Take into consideration that we had driven these roads MANY times before, it was obviously the drug and we knew it. Everything looked familar, yet the distortion of time must have got the best of our sense of direction.
After what seemed to be hours we made it to the gas station at the top of my parents road. We decided to stop in and grab something to drink. As we pulled into the center filling lane with the windows down I noticed something I hadn't paid any attention to before, a voice from above. The station had advertising jingles playing, but they sounded surreal to me at the time. We weren't at the cornet gas station any more, we were in what appeared to be a space aged alien UFO filling station. I was amused and scared, I knew I had injested a substance, but this was really out there. The surroundings must had been suggestive, as we were both having similar experiences thus far. I didn't get out of the car.
We made it home, luckily in one piece. My house looked strangly alien to me, not like the gas station, just not like I remembered it to look. It was almost as if the outdoors was indoors, if that makes any sense. My parents were sleeping or atleast it looked like it, the house was dark. As usual we went around to the back door, quietly trying to avoid waking the parents, they would know instantly what we were up to, we didn't want to even think about that encounter.
We went down the basement which was fully finished and furnished. It wasn't quite as nice as the rest of the house, but it was confortable enough. A few couches, a pool table, some workout equiptment and and television. We sat on the couch and stared at each other blankly, as our faces provided more entertainment than anything I had ever encountered. Morphing from an old man to a munchkin to a martini glass with olive and all. It was the most fun I had ever had while doing absolutly nothing. I also remember looking at the celing and watching an entire football game in fast forward, down to the plays and the commercials, my brain was spewing it back, I was amazed.
Chase was notorious for falling asleeep at bad times. This was one of the worst. As we sat zoning I dodn't notice his eyes closing, he was out and I was tripping my balls off. Fear started to creep, and I didn't have the experience to stop it. I was ready to be done, but the shrooms weren't.
I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, wow, that's even worse. I thought about waking Chase, but something told me not to, it wouldn't be a good idea. I looked around the room, it was black, specks of light twinkling every 10 or twenty seconds. I felt trapped, I wasn't confortable eyes open or closed. I stood up and found my way to the basement bathroom. Turning on the light the mirror flashed back someone I didn't reconize. My face morphed as Chase's had before, only this time everything was dark and evil. Mutilated monsters worse than anything my concious mind could possibly imagine.
I laid down on the floor, vowing to never do this again, thoughts of what it would be like to live the rest of my years in this state, I knew that I wasn't coming back. My mind raced from thought to thought, sometimes calming me only to be thrown back into the psychotic realm again and again.
I don't recall falling asleep, yet I woke up next to the toilet. I was cold and a bit confused, no longer experiencing visuals, I just felt drained. I crept back to the couch, covered my head with a blanket and feel asleep.