I didn't know exactly what to expect. I've been a major pothead for a while now but aside from I've only tried ecstasy once and salvia once. So there I was with my friend, chillin in this nature-y park area. Each of us had an 8th, and we ate it. Tasted like... poison lol. I turn on my stopwatch on my iphone because I wanted to time my trip to get a feel for what stage I should be at etc. After that we roll and smoke a fatty 2.5 bob marley joint, and get nicely high. I also pop 3 low strength vicodin left over from molar extraction. Fast forward 50 minutes, things are starting to look ever so slightly strange, but I passed it off as me being mj high + placebo. Stomach begins to feel hungry/irritated.
Another friend comes to the park, and asks my friend I'm tripping with if he's ready to go to the hamburger joint. My tripping friend didn't tell me he would have to leave nor did he tell the other friend he would be shrooming, and I get a bit anxious at the prospect of being alone in the park. While we're discussing whether it's worth it to go to the hamburger place or not, I notice the tree leaves on a neary tree look totally geometric or patterny.
The non tripping friend gets annoyed because the shrooms are beginning to effect us and takes off to meet some girls at the hamburger place. Me and the tripping friend follow in tripping friends car. This is about an hour into the trip, and in the car is when it hits us. I was very nervous about him driving. When in the car the music was playing a huge effect on how I was feeling and the distortions. Things become extremely wavy. We go to the hamburger joint, meet up with the girls. I'm not hungry, but my stomach is hurting like hell. We stay there for a very awkward 50 minutes or so, and I'm doing everything I can to keep it together. The environment was terrible, it was extremely packed, the girls were giving me awkward looks (my pupils were eating my eyes, but at the time I didn't know that shrooms did that. I barely spoke a word during our whole lunch. Feeling trapped and extremely confused, I go outside and try to walk to a Jamba Juice right down the corner. Once I get outside I start to hear an alarm going off (think like a high school fire alarm going off) and a seemingly monstrously giant firetruck dashes right past me in the parking lot with it's sirens going off. The combination of the buildings alarm going off and the firetruck's sirens confused me. That was a bit crazy, at this point the shrooms are hitting me hardcore and I'm doing everything I can to make it through a bewildering and crowded parking lot into Jamba Juice.
I finally make it there only to find out it's closed for remodeling. I walk into the See's candy right next door and am completely overwhelmed by the black and white color scheme. (Everything is black and white inside, checkered tiling etc) I remember the old lady working at the See's ask if she could help me as I stand there awkwardly near the door overwhelmed by the store's interior, and like some crazed person I mutter nevermind and act like my cell phone rang, put it to my face and got out of there, embarrassed and very confused.. I somehow get my confused self back into the hamburger place and my tripping friend and I head back to the park, the girls that we were supposed to be chatting with must have thought we were the craziest SOBs ever.
When I open the door to his car I realize that things are becoming completely surreal. It appeared as if his passenger car door was curved and when I sit in the car, melting into the seat, I feel like I'm in some sort of crazy transporting pod. Things are becoming cartoony, very 2 dimensional and absurd, especially when looking off into the distance. Cars passing us appear like blurring objects as if a fast moving object had a picture taking it. (Visible motion blurring is the only way I can describe it.) Also it was very disturbing but his arms appeared locked to steering wheel and somehow not a part of his body, and his hands were changing sizes.
On the drive back over to the park we pass over an overpass; at the time overpass was waving like mad and cars were streaking past and the music in the car was sounding incredible, tangible and atmospheric. We get back to the park and the shrooms began to take complete hold of us. When sitting on a bench and staring at the concrete, I could literally see each individual dust footprint left by a shoe. If I stared at the concrete too long the footprints would merge into strange patterns, and begin to shift and the shoe prints/or patterns depending on what I was seeing would begin to grind into themselves. Not only that but the colors of the shoe prints would alternate between a bright glowing yellow like some magic runes off a videogame to a pure glowing white color. Literally a few seconds after I begin to notice them, my tripping friend brings them up.
At this point, I don't feel high. I am far beyond high, a separate being observing myself. I start to become overwhelmed with the craziest thoughts, begin analyzing my life and what I'm doing with it etc. It's like I was putting myself into perspective as an outside judge. I was experiencing the craziest thought loops and when my friend and I exchanged words, even when we couldn't put our thoughts completely into sentences we both knew exactly what we were talking about. At one point I begin thinking about levels as consciousness. One of my scrambled thoughts I considered sobriety to be one level, whereas a marijuana high would be a sepeate level of conciousness where I could become an observer, and shroom being a totally new level of awareness and that perhaps the footsteps I could see visibly glowing were in fact real, but just not viewable in a sober state. I sit on a bench staring out into a lake while the friend stands next to me, muttering about how nothing is real. His thoughts were no doubt becoming as deep and as wild as mine.
We begin to question was real is, pondering the idea etc. At this point my stomach is hurting like crazy and my friend asks me if I'm ok. I think the shrooms were making my behavior seem more dramatic in his eyes but until then I wasn't thinking much about how I was acting. I'm clutching my stomach with restless legs and probably to the other people in the park observing us we looked crazy. (Me clutching my stomach and slightly rocking on a bench while he stood stoically and unmoving.) One of the incredible parts of the experience is that my friend and I were able to communicate without complete sentences or spoken thoughts.
Throughout the shroom experience I glance at my iphones stop watch, and the numbers appear totally surreal and mesmerizing. I can barely read at this point and it takes my complete mental focus, I got a couple text on my cell phones and they are blurry and appear wide. Staring at the glistening lake was one of the most surreal moments for me, and when I start to become completely ego fucked, questioning everything. My scrambled thoughts become absurdly deep and patterned and I can hardly focus on a singular idea for long; I'm thinking 1,000 miles per second. I felt as if I temporarily became completely ADD yet that I was solving the mysteries of the universe. A few times my vision would grey out, turn a teal or purplish hue, and then return to normal. During some of the craziest mind fucks I would feel almost completely normal, and then just a few seconds become overwhelmed by shroom induced visuals and thoughts. (Almost like a constant ebb and tide of consciousness shifting.) While this was happening I had completely lost my sense of time, the trip at the time seemed to last for ages.
After 4 hours my friend and I both consider ourselves toward the end of the trip, say our goodbyes, and head back home. When I stepped in my car I realized that I was still feeling the effects strong, but I had to get home. I will say some of the craziest and most absurd visuals I saw were on the drive home. When home I go look into a mirror, and my pupils appear to be contracting and dilating like crazy. (Sidequestion; Is this at all related to the way that in earlier stages of the trip the effects seemed to hit me momentarily, leave, and then repeat? Within the spans of seconds, as my eyes were dilating and contracting?)
All in all it was a completely crazy experience that I don't at all regret. Some parts were scarily overwhelming and other times I felt incredibly introspective and soulsearching.
I find myself wanting to try this again. I have an addictive personality and am wondering how much time you guys would say is necessary between trips. Shrooms don't seem to come around often and I wouldn't be against experiencing this again soon even while its still there. I'm 18 and consider myself pretty mentally strong, but I worry because there was a stage in my life a few months ago where I smoked myself into a state of temporary depersonalization/derealization.) Also from my perspective by smoking 5-7 days a week I already am abusing mj. I could see how shroom overuse could drive a person crazy, but I found it to be such an introspective look into myself and the universe that I want to try it again.
Also, based on the experience, what would you rate my trip level? I have nothing else to compare it to personally since it was my first trip and am curious to see where this would rate. And when writing this, I made a few spelling errors when typing that I don't think I would have made just a day ago... Theres no sort of shroom brain hangover, right?
Edited by thesavagepony (06/04/11 03:16 PM)
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