+++++++++++ Trip Report, Wednesday June 1st 2011 Type of shroom: Dragons Dynamite (15g) Place: My house in the Netherlands
So I started off my 'trip' by going to A'dam and buying myself 15gs of dragon's dynamite from Innerspace, and then ate them all at 6:40 dutch time (T)
T+30- 7:10: Half an hour after ingestion, I was already feeling the effects in the shower.
T+55- 7:35: I was downstairs, and I remember sitting there and trying to text my friend. I'd taken a pretty big hit from say 0.1gs of 'special' mj. I finished texting him but it was difficult, like it is right now (T+95, and I'm trying to watch this VCR of Tarzan and it's just IMPOSSIBLE to do anything, with everything so fast and confusing, coming at you like a rollercoaster). The wind seemed to be blowing this curtain near the door so it was really waving around. I was seeing star patterns, and noticing how the music I had coming from the keyboard gave me closed-eye visuals of a carousel (the theme park attraction). Then I felt the juices in my mouth, remember trying to put the feeling off and thinking fuck this is diificult, these shrooms must be incredibly strong, and then boom I was over at the sink, and after around four stomach 'squeezes' i had thrown up and was washing it down. well that wasn't so bad, but would I still have the effects was what I was thinking. It seemed so.
T+(60-120) 7:40-8:40: Everything rushed by so fast that hour I find it incredibly difficult to work out what happened. There's so much stuff rushing around in my head right now it's hard to write it out but I'll try- it' s kinda like remembering a dream. I remember that there were patterns on everything and I had decided that I really reallly wanted to watch Tarzan. So I scoured my dvd's for it but only found it in vcr, and shoved it in to the pllayer, hoping I hadn't broke it, and tried for ages and ages to get it working, going through tens of problems about why it wasn't working. I tried switching through external inputs on my tv, I tried turning on the other media boxes and turning them off, and eventually I got it working, but I couldn't be sure whether it was just me or was the audio really coming from the right, the left, both together (speakers) again and again, getting louder and more muffled and changing back to quieter all the time and It was so infuriating, and I was trying to write this trip report and finding it so fucking difficult! All the time it went by, being quietly loud, like a mini-hurricane going on inside the house, problems continuously jumping out at me, things constantly happening that weren't supposed to, and if only they could just STOP and be normal. But they didn't. And time was going by so fast, every time I checked the battery on the mac had gone down a little more, and time had jumped by say 20 minutes, and I was just trying to slow it down so I could actually do something because I had these constant goals, these things I had to do so I could finally reach my goal of relaxing and enjoying the high-
T+140 (9:00pm) and it hit me. Not only how what was just happening seemed remarkably similar to the ideaology of almost every person- if i could just get that thing- and how I was writing in the style of the book I was reading, monsters of men in the chaos walking trilogy by patrick ness, without any punctuation marks most of the time, just like my high- without punctuation marks, moments where I could relax and take a breather, although at the same time so full of punctuation marks bouncing at me again and again, moments with an !exclamation mark and a ?Question mark and an± mark- T+150 (9:10) that I realised that I was MOST DEFINITELY, without a single doubt, very,very,very high, or at least I had been. I had done virtually nothing in the past 2 hours and yet it seemed like I had done so very much, like every second had counted. by now the crazy visuals had died down a bit, although everything was still quite blurred but sharp at the same time, and if you looked at something for too long you could feel something drawing you in and telling you to look closer. And when you did, there was nothing out of the ordinary there, but light would flash and flicker and straight away you'd missed another 5 mins of your high. Something was still happening, except that I couldn't quite put my finger on it, just like i couldn't quite put my finger on anything.
T+170 (9:30) There was so much stuff to do, so much to experience, boredom was something I would have liked to have except I had all the time because I wasn't really doing anything and yet it all seemed so epic. I went to look around for a moment in my garden, and so much stuff was going on I could have sat there and wrote a book about it. I decided to go for a walk around the neighbourhood to see how that would feel.
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