A little background info: I'm 19 years old and the only other drug I've done is marijuana. I would say I'm a habitual smoker now. This is gonna be long btw.
Anyway, I found out over winter break that my sister had done shrooms before and she was telling me about it. It sounded very interesting, and she told me she had a connect and that if I ever wanted to try em to call her up. I did some research on them, reading various trip reports on this site and decided that I wanted to try them. Me and two of my friends, one who had tripped once before and another who had never done them before were gonna trip together. We were initially gonna do them on the weekend of my friend's 21st birthday but didn't end up trying them until last night.
It was Friday and me and my friend Randy were gonna shroom that night. My other friend had decided that he didn't wanna shroom anymore and he was gonna go to a concert instead so it was just gonna be the two of us. I was pretty excited about them and was sure that I knew what to expect. I had bought 4 eighths from my sister's friend the past week, but we didn't have a scale so we just decided to eyeball it. Randy split up the shrooms into four equal sections and we each ate about 2/3 of what we thought was an eighth. I really hate mushrooms and their taste so I thought it was gonna be terrible eating them, but we just put them in a PB&J sandwich and chased it with orange juice. It wasn't bad at all and I thought it was gonna taste much worse. This was around 7'o clock and we decided to play some Black Ops as we waited for the shrooms to kick in.
7:00 - We were playing Black Ops and everything was normal. I wanted this to be a good trip so I was thinking positive and everything. About 15 to 20 minutes later, I began to feel a little lightheaded but didn't think much of it. We played three games, and during the third game, which was around 7:40 or so I felt like I started to notice that something was different. The maps looked odd, the colors were different. I kind of felt like I was in 28 Days Later esque zombie world. At this point in the game I was basically just running around but somehow I was still doing good (I think I went 14-4 lol). The game ended up being funny because for those who play COD, my friend got a care package with a chopper gunner in it and started owning. I think he got like 15 kills with it and we were laughing like crazy.
7:50 - I said I didn't think I was gonna be able to play anymore so we stopped playing. My friend put some music on and we just sat there for a bit. It was getting more dark and I noticed that the shadows looked different. On the wall near a lamp there was a shadow that looked kinda like a face and it started pulsating almost. I pointed this out to my friend who also noticed it. He said that it was definitely kicking in for him because the walls started breathing. We basically just sat there and chilled. I looked outside and there were these tall trees and they looked even bigger than normal. The walls were starting to breathe for me too, it was all very bizarre.
8:30 - All of a sudden, around 8:30 or so my friend's dog who was in the room started barking. I heard people outside and then one of my housemates entered the room. He didn't know we were shrooming so I immediately felt paranoid. One of my other housemates earlier had baked cookies for one of her clubs and some people were here to pick them up. We had no idea what was going on and my housemate who had made the cookies wasn't home. I told him that I would call her and then I sat back again. He didn't leave the room though and said "Yeah dudes, they are here right now..." lol. We both sat up again and said we'd call her. He left the room and both of us came to the conclusion that nothing outside the room mattered. I stared at my phone and realized that all it brought was additional trouble so I threw it on the floor and we kept listening to music. After this point everything would feel different.
8:45 - My friend and I decided to smoke now to see what would happen. At this point physically I felt a massive body high, like I was stoned and didn't wanna get up. I felt very lightheaded and kind of nauseous. Randy packed a bowl in the bong and we each took a few hits from it. At this point, my sense of time began to get all messed up. Normally when we smoke we pass the bong between us very quickly but this time it felt like it was taking forever. Eventually we just stopped smoking and I turned the lights off and Randy put on some music again. As we were listening to the music I said that we should listen to some Radiohead but it turns out that was what we were already listening to.
9:00-10:00 - This whole hour was kinda crazy and bizarre, even though I rarely left the bed. The lights were off and everything in the room began to have its own sensation. The blinds looked really cool, like they were flowing back and forth. The walls were breathing, as was the blanket on the bed I was lying on. The blanket looked like an ocean, with the waves flowing back and forth. I began to stare at my roommate's wall which had tons of posters on it. The wall looked ENORMOUS, like much bigger than it normally did. I noticed that it was very white, and this would be a recurring theme throughout the night. All the walls in the house looked very white, while also giving off a yellow or tinted glow from the lights. However, whenever I would sit up, the wall would look normal again. Randy said, "man I'm just sitting over here having epiphanies non-stop" or something and I started laughing.
This is when I started thinking a lot. My mind was racing, I felt overwhelmed. I thought about why the wall looked different. Like life, it was all about looking at it from a different perspective. While lying down it looked huge, but sitting up it looked normal. My arms looked weird, they looked like arms but I didn't make the connection that they were my arms. It all felt very surreal and kind of frightening. I realized that I could control my arms without thinking about it. It was like my mind was completely separate from my body. My body was just a vessel for my mind to exist in. I started thinking about my life and my existence. At that point, nothing else outside the room mattered. I thought of the people I see day to day and the classes I took on campus, I thought of my life back home with my family, but it all felt so distant, like I couldn't connect with it at all. I felt like I was having a bad trip and that I had to remember it was all in my mind, and I tried to think positive. I thought about what I loved, like my family, but it only gave me a moment of calmness. I felt like I was alternating between mania and moments where I felt in control. I was trying to take some meaning from the moment, but as I was thinking, the very thought of me thinking about what me thinking meant was very confusing and it was frustrating me.
While this was all going on, the music was still playing in the darkness and whenever I closed my eyes I would see images from what I was thinking about. I saw odd light and colors as well when I closed my eyes. A different housemate of mind, Brandon, walked in the room but I didn't say anything to him and I think he just peeked his head in the door and then walked out. I looked more at the posters on the wall, and saw a Nirvana poster with Kurt Cobain on it. I thought that this is what people who committed suicide must have felt like. Like this mania was their whole life and I could understand why they would not wanna deal with it anymore. I remembered though that this wasn't gonna last forever for me and I was glad.
10:00-11:00 - At this point I needed to talk, my mind was going crazy so I turned the light on and talked with Randy. We talked about what we felt and he understood what I was feeling for the most part. We both agreed that this wasn't a recreational thing to do like weed, but that it was a journey. I asked what he wanted to do but he just wanted to chill and listen to music still. I had wanted to go walk to a park somewhere or something but I understood how he was feeling. Whenever I was lying down, I felt like I had couch-lock and it was very difficult to get up. Not in a pleasant way though, like I feel when I'm very baked. However, when I actually got up and walked around I felt very loose and it was easy to move. I walked outside the room and the apartment looked very different. Everything was white and yellowish. The hallway looked like a long corridor and the living room looked very small and distant. I walked into the bathroom and noticed that my face looked different. I took a piss and washed my hands. I didn't try and stare at my face too long because it looked too weird. I have a couple zits on my face and they looked like they were pulsating and throbbing so I just wanted to go back into the room. The whole apartment felt disturbing.
My roommate came back from the concert and asked how we were doing. He seemed very excited and I felt happy for him. He had met Pete Wentz at a meet and greet after the show and he is a big fan of his. At the time, I didn't understand it all and I remember asking him "Who is Pete Wentz?" He was gonna go out to a party so he left shortly after, although it felt like he kept coming in and out of the room and it was baffling. He left, then he came back with different clothes on, then he came back again. I'm pretty sure he just couldn't figure out what to wear. The song that was playing sounded very cool so I asked Randy what it was and it was Diplomat's Son by Vampire Weekend. I remember saying "Man, that was a great song. What's playing now?" Randy then told me it was still the same song. We had this exchange like 4 times XD. Now that the lights were on and we were laughing again I was starting to feel better. We were both surprised that we had basically just spent the past 4 hours sitting in the room doing nothing but staring at stuff and listening to music. Another person barged through the door. This time it was my roommate who had baked the cookies earlier. She asked if we had taken the shrooms and we said yeah. I then started babbling on about how I felt like we were in a sitcom with all these different characters coming through a door and then leaving. I think she was in a bad mood though cuz she just said, "Whatever," and walked out the door.
11:00 - Around 11 or so we started watching Arrested Development. The show looked off, the colors were all weird and blurry and everyone's faces looked funny. The characters looked pasty, almost cartoony and their heads would expand like a blob sometimes. We watched a couple episodes but we couldn't really get into it. It was basically just something there in the background. I opened my friends laptop and went to check some basketball scores but all the players in the pictures just looked like a cartoon. I then realized that I had had been staring at the same page for 20 minutes. Randy and I talked about how time felt slow and messed up. He said that the past 4 hours of his existence had been him scrolling through the album covers of his Itunes.
12:00 - After midnight my roommate came back from the party again. No one really said much after that again. At this point, I honestly just wanted to feel sober again, and I hoped that I was coming down but I knew I wasn't. All the characters on the TV still looked cartoony and pasty and I couldn't make any sense of Facebook. The images on it just looked really tiny and blocky.
1:00 - I still felt nauseous and honestly somewhat bloated so I decided to go to bed. Now, I felt like my journey was coming to an end and that I had learned something. In that deep time of pondering earlier where I felt trapped in my own mind, I had come out of it ok. I felt that no matter what happened, I was gonna be ok because I was capable of relying on myself. Reality was messed up and I kept thinking that like in Inception, where the character's had some relic that would signal reality, I needed one. However, I didn't have a physical object but instead I found a state of mind that I could hold on to where I thought about my loved ones and that gave me some sense of balance and reality. I put some music on and tried to fall asleep, but shadows still looked off and I could hear everything real well. My friends had started watching a movie in the other room and I could hear it really well. I think I finally fell asleep around 2 am.
Overall, I'd say that it was an insightful first trip. Parts of it were enjoyable but other parts were not pleasant at all. I'd describe the tone of the night as somewhat disturbing and askew, with me almost trapped in some never ending stream of consciousness at one point. I woke up today feeling fine and honestly refreshed, so at least I had a good sleep. I didn't dream at all, while I normally do. I don't know if I will shroom again, but if I do it won't be for awhile and I would like to do it in a different setting, like I had planned like outside.
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