Home | Mushroom Info | Experiencing Mushrooms | Trip Reports | Level 2 | daytrippin

Kratom Eye
This site includes paid links. Please support our sponsors.


My first time taking mushrooms was an amazing experience.

My first time taking mushrooms was an amazing experience. We split 3 eighths of dank shrooms between six people, all very close friends of mine. At 10:00 am I ate the shrooms with a piece of toast and then we all piled into my friend Tom's Explorer. Our plan was to go to the Arboretum, where we could enjoy the flora and fauna in a comfortable environment. On the way, we decided to stop at a Super America to get some water and cigarettes. At this point I began to feel a bit light-headed and my stomach was giving me some trouble. I got out of the cramped car and was immediately hit with tremendous light. I could actualy feel the light, not the heat of it, but the light itself. I walked around the parking lot and noticed that it felt like I was walking on something soft, like a matress, rather than the hard concrete. Tom rushed out of the gas station with a crazed look on his face and told everyone that we had to get to the Arboretum right away because he was starting to trip. We quickly drove there.
I got out of the car and took in the beauty of our environment. I walked over to a tree and noticed that the bark was swelling and breathing. Everyone else was busy getting our daytrippin gear (music, drums, blankets, etc.) out of the car. "the bark is moving" I muttered to them. My friend Teddy, an experienced tripper just said "oh yeah, it'll do that". 'wow' I thought, 'this is going to be a lot of fun.'
We began walking to find a spot and I was suddenly struck with the notion that I had too much 'stuff'. All I was carrying was a small drum, but I felt like I had a bunch of shit atached to me that was weighing me down. I shared this thought with my friends and they felt similarly. Later, this metaphor became painfully obvious to me and I decided to rid myself of material bullshit. Once we found an acceptable spot, we all threw down our backpacks and began romping in the tall grass, jumping into it, face first, and grabbing as much of it as we could, laughing hystericaly all the time. Then we layed down to look at the clouds, which began morphing and kaleidascoping in front of me. I saw faces in the clouds, even a huge lions head. I sudenly had the urge to just dive into the sky and float around amidst the clouds. A few of my friends were not having such a great time. One friend, Varun, was wandering around in circles muttering "what am I supposed to do? I don't know what to do" I tried to talk him down, but he told me to go away. Remarkably, Pete and I, the two first-timers, were having the best trips.
Once everyone had calmed down, we went into the forest to smoke some weed, which was amazing on shrooms. After staring at some bugs (were they real or just a product of the psilocybe?) and litsening to Zepplin and Miles Davis, Teddy and I decided to go on a mission for more water (Joe had poured our water all over his face). In retrospect, this was probably not a great idea. We walked about twenty minutes, all the time, I was convinced that the trees and bushes were reaching out to me. The drinking fountain was inconveniently located in a crowded room with red brick tiles all over the walls and floor. Immediately I felt like the walls were closing in on me, I felt like Alice in Wonderland, where Teddy and I were twenty feet tall and everyone else was normal size. I thought that everyone was staring at me. I was able to keep myself from totally freaking out, but I was noticably disturbed and we spent the walk back in silence, both of us doing some intense thinking.
Once we arrived at our "base camp", most people were done tripping, myself excluded, so we got into the car and cruised for awhile, smoking some bud. Later that night, we went bowling and talked about our trips.
While my trip wasn't as emotionally intense as my friends, I got really caught up in the visuals and physical aspects of tripping, probably because it was my first time. I was very frustrated with my inability to express myself while tripping. I wanted to tell my friends everything I was thinking, but I was unable to find the words to do this. At times, English seemed like a foreign language to me and I had to try very hard to find the right words. But with the exception of a few bad moments, my trip was excellent, and I cannot wait to do shrooms again.

Copyright 1997-2024 Mind Media. Some rights reserved.

Generated in 0.020 seconds spending 0.008 seconds on 4 queries.