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Crazy trip

I was staying at a friend's house, he'd never done shrooms before, I'd had a mild trip before, just some breathing cupboards and a wierd hot/cold tingly feeling.



I was staying at a friend's house, he'd never done shrooms before, I'd had a mild trip before, just some breathing cupboards and a wierd hot/cold tingly feeling.
So we took 15 grams fresh thai mushrooms and waited for the effects to start. after about 30 mins to an hour I started noticing myself staring at the blanket I was lying under for long periods, and I was shivering uncontrollably, maybe i was nervous aswell as fucked. But then I noticed that the reason I was staring at the blanket was because it was blue, and purple, and I found myslef being sucked into deep concentration on that section of blanket. The crests and troughs were like hills and valleys, and my head was buzzing with the pressure of my sight. Each hill was intricately carved, it could have been solid.
Then I looked up at the TV and it was emitting some kind of aura of multicoloured light, and it seemed to be on a different plane from the rest of the room. THe bookshelf warped and twisted, not like anything would if it was just a floppy material, but more like the basis of reality itself was being twisted. not that i believe in reality... but anyhow by now I was trying to speak to my friend, he was tripping heavily too and he looked like a distant animel, and when my words come out to speak to him they came out as hysterically funny laughter and bizarre phrases that made little sense. then when i gave up on speaking we tried drawing. my hands looked dirty, and when i tried rubbing them they were soft and malleable and i could squash like runny dough. they were also wet, i thought with terror that they were bleeding and the tips were covered in grimey soot that wouldnt come off. i said "my hands are wet... theyre bleeding!" and after about an hour of this fearful contemplation of ym bleeding hands i said "i think.. the reason my hands are wet is because ive been putting them in my mouth!" and guffawed frantically. i tried playing the guitar but my brain could not comprehend the concept, i was too far gone and the guitar seemed such a clumsy method of expresion when the walls moved at my whim. walking proved difficult, but when i got to the bathroom my eyes were sunken, my face pale and my body warped in and out like the world was breathing. Not a bad trip then.

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