Last night I had my first experience with shrooms. I've been smoking weed pretty much daily for over a year and I wasn't expecting that my body would have any aversion to the kind of experience, so I decided to give them a try. (That and I wanted to try some kind of psychadelic experience before dropping acid.)
My boyfriend of a couple years had been to Bonnaroo and brought back 9 grams with him, so we waited until one night when his mom was out of town and we were able to use his house to trip in. His brother has done pretty much every drug imaginable, so we gave him a call and he reccommended that we make tea out of the shrooms. It didn't sound like such a bad idea, because my boyfriend, who'd done shrooms a few times before, said they taste awful.
So, we took 3 grams each and made tea out of them. We ate the shrooms after boiling them, just to make sure. Then he decided that just in case the tea didn't work, we should just split the remaining 3 grams. So we ate the shit and smoked a bowl.
I didn't really notice anything bizarre until I found myself alone and dancing in the bathroom. I was singing a "I don't want to talk on the phone" song and dancing to my own tune. I then went out into the sunroom and found myself perpetually confused as to whether I was inside or outside. (An issue I have yet to resolve.)The presence of a color changing cat didn't help the situation.
Things didn't start to get really weird until I was lying in bed with my boyfriend and the picture of Marley on the wall started dancing back and forth. We put on the visualiser on iTunes, which was a lot of fun, up until a point - We were listening to Phish and I started to get really mad at Trey, convinced that he was manipulating my mind. I also became convinced for a little while that my boyfriend was the spitting image of Jerry Garcia and that the bed sheets were a hill and that I was a flower growing out of it.
We them proceeded to take a shower, only I forgot to take my clothes off, and ended up incredibly wet, at which point i was forced to take all my clothes off. I don't recall what I did for the following hour; however, I was informed this morning that I may have wandered outside without remembering to put any clothes back on...
However, I soon balled up on the couch and had one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I just began to think about things, letting all aspects of my life merge into the other, and for a while I finally understood the concept of time. I remember sitting there and just looking at the world and realising that this is all the big joke. I became incredibly confused as to the seperation of one's mind and body and how we are supposed to live our lives in ne aspect, while continuing an entirely different one in my mind. Now when I think about it, I don't remember how it worked, but I know that I have never felt so enlightened in my life. I have never felt so satisfied either as I did last night. I have never loved anyone as much as I do my boyfriend. While on the shrooms, we were able to talk for hours about nothing and relationships and for a while everything made perfect sense. That feeling of satisfaction hasn't faded though. This morning when I went back over to his house to clean up, I felt just as enraptured by him as I did on the shrooms. I think the drug just made me reappreciate what I have always felt.
But things just got trippier from there. I became convinced that the rain coming down the window had Jerry Garcia Band written in it and that the trees hated me. When a friend came to take me home (though I was almost down) I thought that he was a hallucination and didn't understand how he could be driving. My boyfriend called me when I got home and I was convinced that I was in a time warp and didn't understand why he was telling me that he was in his tent. (It turns out that his bed was a mess and he had called our friend to take me home while he went to sleep so he could get to work in the morning.) The other downside of the experience was that I ended up throwing up a LOT, mostly in bed. I think that that had a lot to do with the fact that I hadn't eaten all day, and so the shrooms were the only thing in my system. (I'm a pretty skinny girl too) Not too much fun to clean up in the morning though.
On the whole, I enjoyed the experience (minus the puking). I really love the way the shrooms can open your mind, though in retrospect I took was too big a dose for my first time. Next time I'll take a little less, make sure my clothes stay on (or the doors locked) and smoke a little more weed to play with the experience. :)