I ate 16 grams of stones outside at night with a good friend. The plan was to camp out. I had weighed out 20g, but decided not to eat them all. We were at a mutual friend’s house/back yard, and they had a dj booth set up, and there were people getting drunk and having a good time. My friend and her friends were eating chocolates made from a previous grow of mine.
I was hungover, so the come up was pretty uncomfortable. The dj music was slightly overwhelming, and the drunk people’s ego games became uncomfortably apparent. I got really fucking cold, and because of the hangover was super uncomfortable. The trip at this point was kind of strange. (At this point I thought I was full on tripping when I was still coming up.) There were no visuals, but things kinda looked different. I was disappointed, I had expected more. The most pronounced visual distortion occurred when I looked at one of the drunk people- as he moved around it was as if his shape blurred and became sloppy. It’s really hard to describe, but it’s as if his physical form took on the sloppiness of his drunken condition. He became rounded and blobular (lol) and the outlines were constantly shifting. It was really strange and cool.
I kept on getting colder and more uncomfortable and decided to take a benedril to stop the trip, even though I know that benedril doesn’t stop trips, it just makes you sleepy so you can pass at the end of the trip if your mind’s still racing. I got drowsy, and started dozing off in my camping chair under a blanket my friend brought for me. I dozed like this for a bit, then decided that this trip sucked and that I was just gonna go home and be uncomfortable there because at least it was warm. Things looked normal enough that I thought I’d be fine to drive the 35 minutes home, and somehow I had convinced myself that I was probably coming down, even though it hadn’t even been 3 hours yet.
I quickly realized that driving was incredibly difficult. I had problems turning around to go out the driveway, and when I got out of their driveway I became pretty disoriented and almost turned back. But I didn’t want to be cold anymore so I held it together and kept going. It was SO HARD driving home. Whenever there weren’t oncoming headlights my mind would start to drift away into trippy land, and I’d snap back moments later and be like, oh shit, I wasn’t paying attention to anything I was doing just now, this isn’t safe. But with a lot of concentration and focus I made it home safe and sound. Surprisingly, I had no problems maintaining the speed limit. I do not recommend driving on hallucinogens, folks! I’m also very glad that I had taken roadies several times on those back roads so I knew where I was going the whole time.
I came in, said hi to my husband and dog, and quickly went upstairs to the dark sanctuary of my bedroom. I left the light off, took off all my clothes, curled up under the covers, and proceeded to get super comfortable. At this point it was like I was finally able to “let go” and the trip became so exquisite! While some of the trips I’ve had have been more externally oriented, this trip was very internal, very in my head, but without any of the introspection that can occur with shrooms. In the warmth and comfort of my bed I was able to let go of my body, and felt like I went deep into the internal workings of my mind or the universe, I couldn’t really tell! I believe there was ego death. My eyes were closed, and I had all kinds of strange CEV’s, accompanied by the strangest noises I’d ever heard. I think it was leftover from the electronic music from the djs, but everything had a pulsating rhythm accompanied by strange guttural consonant sounds. (Sort of like the beginning of a lady gaga song, but not stupid sounding, more like chanting or primitive speech.) It was very complex, strange, rhythmic music, some of which was influenced by the sound of the fan in the room, but most was purely in my head. At one point the music ground to a halt (I liken it to gears grinding, the gears and workings of my mind/the universe), and stopped – and when it stopped, only for a brief second, it was as if all of time and space had stopped, like the gears of consciousness and existence had stopped for a second. This weird natural dance music kept going for a while. Eventually I had to get up to pee, and when I turned on the light I could hardly see I was blinded by so many colors and fractals! It was crazy. I went back to bed and kept my eyes open this time, and all these crazy patterns danced before my eyes.
My husband and dog came upstairs to go to bed. My dog was SO HAPPY to be upstairs with me, he was desperately licking my face like he knew I had been out of my body; somewhere else and missed me. My husband and I talked for a while, then layed together in the darkness. He started rubbing my back, and when he did all the CEV’s I was having instantly changed into images and patterns of flowers opening. It was absolutely beautiful. I’d touch him, and he felt just like a sclerotia! We both felt like two giant philosopher stones lying in bed together. When I opened my eyes everything was covered in complex changing patterns, with mushroom motifs constantly popping up. Sometimes the mushrooms were just there, and sometimes they were growing and opening. The body rush was awesome at this point, and there was so much energy and good feeling that I was laughing out loud. I could understand why people had likened it to X. It was kind of like a dance club in my head. This kept going on for a while until the images and internal music lessened, and I gradually fell into an extremely comfortable sleep.
Another thing I noticed in this trip is that when I was at the camp out, whenever I was feeling extremely uncomfortable and deciding whether to go home, I’d receive a random text from my husband that would directly correspond to what I was thinking or feeling in some way or another. I thought that, in addition to the opening flower images, was pretty cool. The next day after I had told him about the flowers, my husband started a new wood working project of a beautiful exotic flower blooming.
Overall, I thought this trip was INCREDIBLE. I haven’t experienced anything like it. It was different than any other shroom trip I had. It’s one of my most favorite trips of all time, a very close second to the incredible acid trip I had at Bonnaroo. I almost don’t wanna bother with regular shrooms anymore, lol. Stones are awesome!!! I think the stones were probably really potent from having sat in the jars for so long.
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