A few days back, I had a few mushrooms in the FC that looked ready, with a few others not looking so much. It was a Saturday morning, and seeing as thought there was nothing for me to do that day, it wasn't tough to decide that I wanted to try shrooms out that day. The veils had just hardly torn, and that was what pulled me in so quickly - I iso'd down and picked a few, weighing them out to a solid twelve grams wet. Not so much, but as someone who's only ever drank and got stoned, with a cigar every here and there, I figured that would be a great dosage.
It was around 8AM that I swallowed the collection of smaller mushrooms, awkwardly chewing on them. I had expected an awful taste, but the part that got me was the consistency, and I didn't want to chew them so much as I wanted to get them down. I tried ecstasy last month after having a few burgers, and figuring literally nothing happened to me, I swallowed my shrooms on an empty stomach. As soon as I swallowed them I expected some effects, but nothing really happened. I had read that they would take thirty minutes to kick in, so I headed back to my room with my roommate/sitter, and we started looking for ways to pass the time. I jumped on my PS3 and fired up Metal Gear Solid 4, on the basis that there's no slower time than trip anxiety, and there's no better way to pass time, then with video games.
So Snake's ducking under walls, he's muscling out some soldiers, everything's fine, then for some reason, I just pass the controller to my sitter, wanting to lay down. I didn't feel sick, just that something was going on. It had been about 45 minutes since I ate the mushies, so I figured something was happening. I laid there watching my bro play, and I realized that I was picking up on the effects of the game way better. For those who don't know, MGS4 is really big on technology in-game, in a lot of ways. Whenever Snake goes prone, the screen gets darker in the shape of an eye. I knew I wasn't seeing that, because my bro confirmed it. I must have looked silly.
After that, I tossed around a little, getting used to this weird feeling, then stared at the ceiling. It starts converging, remerging, and doing all this crazy shit, and I'm just watching it. I felt as if something on my insides was talking to me, although I wasn't sure what it was saying. It felt like I was being told that the mind of the shrooms, or whatever, was the blob of mycelium that they grew off, and whatever I was feeling was the shrooms last tidbits on their way to the afterlife. Then, it made all kinds of sense.
I wandered out to the kitchen to find my sister making herself breakfast. I straight up told her that I had eaten some shrooms, and I got the whole disapproving stare package. Her SO suggested making chicken wings, jokingly, then I started trying to talk. I couldn't get words out for a good thirty seconds, just looking like I was seizing, then I mustered out that I had bought a package shopping, and it was buried in the freezer. They dug it out and made it, with me wandering around the kitchen. Now, either time passed really quickly or Mexicans know how to make wings pretty well, straight from the freezer. No one touched the wings for the longest time, which I begun to wonder as I sat at the kitchen counter, intently staring into the bowl. My sitter broke the silence, asking for one, when I just told everyone to dig in, saying I wasn't hungry.
Half a wing and two less people later, I sat on a stool in my kitchen. It's tough to describe, but we have two flourescents covered by a shade in our kitchen, but since we've moved in, it's started to flicker a bit, where you can see your hand trace when you move it under the light. I sat on the stool and stared up into the light, which was where I had my first visuals. I saw hundreds of spider eyes in the shade of our kitchen light, each staring down at me. My sitter had been eating and watching me the entire time, asking me after a while what I was staring at. I barely got out "Spider eyes" and pointed at the light. He told me he didn't see anything and walked me back to the room.
I sat on my bed thinking, letting my mind flow. I remember saying "I am a mushroom", and hearing some mushroom overlords talk to me. After another while, I started to feel the effects lessen, so I shook my head a bit, for some reason. Honestly, I'm not sure why I did it. My roommate asked me if I wanted to get stoned, which was fine by me, so we got high. I didn't come down at all that day, which isn't something I normally do.
Later that day, I went out and got a kitten. What an awesome trip.
-------------------- Hold on tight, to your dream! Unless you have shoeboxes, then hold onto those. Head down to the store, buy some butterfly clips, dub tub your jars, forget about them, move to Kensington, buy a boat you only ever keep in your driveway, become a Pinterest administrator, sell dollar store mugs with rhinestones hot glued all over them.
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