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FrozenHappiness
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Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's
#19377670 - 01/06/14 03:11 PM (10 years, 24 days ago) |
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This is an account of my most foolish and irresponsible use of mushrooms. I am lucky the day turned out as well as it did. I was pretty new to tripping, and I was going through my honeymoon phase. I don't exactly remember how old I was; I'm pretty sure I was 15 because this trip definitely happened before the “into the void butterfly experience” I had when I was 16.
Anyway, I had been tripping regularly all summer. I would dose every full moon, and every dark moon, and sometimes once arbitrarily between moons. So, I was tripping 2-3 times a month-- usually on 3.5-4.5 grams. I had gained a lot of experience over the summer with both the mild and the uber intense experiences. I traveled to the light places of pure bliss and beauty, and I traveled to the dark places of horror, madness and anguish.
So, I had been growing mushrooms secretly while I was living at my mom's house since my 15th birthday early that spring. In late September I moved in with my dad, and I transferred my mushroom factory to his house, but I had left 3 stalled jars in my dresser at my mom's house, they were like 10% colonized and they weren't growing for shit for some reason so I set them aside and forgot about them.
A few months later it is Thanksgiving day. That morning my sister and I are dropped off at our mom's house because we are supposed to have a big feast at my grandmother's in the late afternoon. We have family up visiting downstate that we don't see that often.
I kill time in my room by reading and listening to music, and when the time to leave for thanksgiving dinner approaches I open up my dresser to find some clean socks. Not only do I find clean socks, I also find one jar completely overtaken by green mold, and two jars filled with large fruits all pressed up against the glass.
What a surprise! I had completely forgotten about these jars, and here they were loaded with magical fruits. I didn't even think about whether or not I should eat them. The decision was made as soon as they were discovered. My mom knocked on my door and told me that we were leaving in half an hour. So, I went down stairs and made a large mug of amaretto tea. Then I popped the fruiting cakes out of their jars. Half of the fruits that I picked went into the tea, and the other half I ate fresh. When the tea was cool enough to drink I slammed it, and then ate the mush from the bottom of the mug. I have no idea how much I took. I'm guessing about 40g fresh maybe.
Shortly after I dosed my mom asked my sister and I to clean the snow off the car and start it up. So we did, and when we were done we decided to wait in the car for my mom to come out. I was sitting in the front seat and the mushrooms were already kicking in. It had only been 15-20 minutes since I consumed them. I began feeling really silly, and my sister and I were goofing around laughing. Every time I blinked my eyes and shook my head the snow out side turned purple. I began bouncing up and down in my seat, shaking my head from side to side, blinking furiously while chanting “Blah! BLAH! Blah! BLAH! Blah! BLAH! Blah! BLAH! Blah! BLAH! Blah!...” in various pitches and tones. All the while the snow outside seemed to be strobing between white and purple. Eventually I realized I was beginning to act a little too weird, so I contained myself and sat quietly and waited for my mom to come out of the house. We were probably in the car for 5 or 10 minutes but it felt like I was sitting there for an hour or so.
The drive to my grandmother's was uneventful, and though she only lived a few miles from my mom the ride seemed unnecessarily long. By the time we arrived I was begging to feel all kinds of strange body sensations. I was tingly, and my body felt extremely fluid. I could actually feel my body occupy space. It was weird.
We went inside and exchanged hugs and handshakes and pleasantries, and I managed to behave more or less normally despite the grin on my face and all of the warping and breathing and flowing of my surroundings. Grandma told us dinner wouldn't be ready for awhile yet, and to make ourselves at home so I went into the living room and laid on the couch.
Luckily I am an introvert by nature, and the kitchen and the dining area was the main gathering place of grandma's house so I was pretty much left alone in the living room. As I laid on the couch I went through that familiar experience of merging with my surroundings. I couldn't tell where my body ended and the couch began. The twisting, writhing, flowing patterns on the carpet were beautiful and mesmerizing. The fractal landscapes on the insides of my eyelids were stunning. I found a wire cat toy that I played with for a while. I would bend it in waves, and as it flowed it brought my consciousness with it. I could feel the toy bending my mind, and my body would involuntarily try to follow suit.
After what felt like hours it was time to eat, so everybody lined up in the kitchen to dish up their plates. One of my uncles and I were the last people in line and he commented that I was looking at the turkey like Wiley Coyote. I have really dark eyes, and you can barely see my pupils when light is shining directly into them, but when I am tripping hard and my pupils are dilated my eyes get this really intense look about them that tends to make people uncomfortable.
At this point I am tripping face, everything is weird, but I am enjoying myself. I sit down across from one of my uncles who lived with my grandma and was an alcoholic with a bad anger problem at the time. I am enjoying my thanksgiving meal for the texture in my mouth rather than the taste. Everybody's faces at the table are warping and bulging and sagging. The food smells delicious, and it feels incredibly bizarre in my mouth.
We make small talk over dinner. I manage to participate without being weird, but I can't help but stare at my uncle who is sitting across from me. So I'm staring at him while I am shoveling food in my mouth and swishing it around with my tongue and I don't even realize I am staring. His face is weird, it is morphing and twisting and melting, like it is made out of animated silly putty. And he gets annoyed with me, so he says “Dude, quit staring at me.”
And I say, “I'm not staring, you're sitting in my line of sight, I can't help but look at you.”
And I grin at him and continue to stare, and dinner resumes.
And then he says again, “Stop staring at me, you are doing it on purpose, stop it!”
I tell him again that he is sitting across from me, it is impossible for me not to look at him. And the atmosphere around the table gets awkward, but I don't really notice. I am tripping and enjoying myself, and I try not to stare at him, but I forget end up doing it again anyway – his face is just too animated by the trip and it fascinates me.
He lashes out again, angrier this time, “You're STILL staring at me, are you TRYING to make me mad!?” and he puts his fork down and doesn't eat anything for the rest of the meal.
I explain to him yet again that I can't help it, he's sitting across from me. I don't even notice that the table has gotten really quiet, or that my cousin is trying not to look at either me or my uncle, so he just stares at the ceiling because he thinks the situation is funny and doesn't want to make our uncle even more angry. I learned all of that months later. I was still having a good time, and I didn't even realize that things were getting uncomfortable.
Eventually dinner was over and people began to get up from the table and clear their plates. My uncle was still sitting at the table, apparently fuming, when I decide to get up and clear my plate. Taking care of my plate proved to be a very confusing task for someone who is tripping face on mushrooms. They lived in the countryside so they had several different receptacles for garbage, vegetable matter went to the chicken bucket, paper waste went to the burn bag, meat and bones went to the bucket for the ravens.
I was obviously baffled by where to put what, and I had to have my mom and my grandma talk me though it. And then my uncle blew up at me and started yelling about how stupid I was, and that I would be lucky to even get a job at Burger King and other stuff that I can't remember, and then he stormed out of the room. It took me completely by surprise, and it obviously hurt my feelings. I stood there dumbfounded looking like I was gonna cry. My mom and grandma explained to me that he gets like that sometimes and not to take it personally.
I went down into the garage to get away from everybody for a moment and recollect myself. I took a few breaths and got my head together. My cousin came down and exclaimed that what had just happened was hilarious. We chatted a bit and my mood perked right back up, then my mom came down. She was pissed at her brother for his immature outburst, and was ready to leave. So we said our goodbyes and left.
On the way home my mom apologized for my uncle's behavior, and then invited me to a thanksgiving party at her boyfriends house. We dropped my sister off at our dad's and went to the party, where I spent the evening eating orderves in the afterglow of my mushroom trip.
I still can't believe I made it though the evening with nobody suspecting me of being on drugs.
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: FrozenHappiness]
#19377846 - 01/06/14 03:43 PM (10 years, 24 days ago) |
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word... level 2-3 trip..
fuk ur uncle
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: Deathcore]
#19378919 - 01/06/14 07:28 PM (10 years, 24 days ago) |
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lol damn 15
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FrozenHappiness
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: 1620]
#19379010 - 01/06/14 07:46 PM (10 years, 24 days ago) |
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Deathcore said: word... level 2-3 trip..
fuk ur uncle
Yeah, it was a solid level three trip.
This happened almost 16 years ago, there are no hard feelings. My uncle gave up the drink and is now a friendly guy. Besides, I shouldn't have gone to thanksgiving dinner while tripping on mushrooms. That was pretty disrespectful of me, and I am lucky things didn't go way wrong.
If I hadn't been such a naturally peculiar person to begin with I might not have gotten away with it.
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: FrozenHappiness]
#19432554 - 01/17/14 10:23 AM (10 years, 13 days ago) |
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Lol nice
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: Jot]
#19463252 - 01/23/14 03:45 PM (10 years, 7 days ago) |
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Haha very nice work keeping your cool, when I was 15 I too was in a family dinner situation, but about an hour after the peak of a DOB trip and I managed to get through it but I wouldn't say a word other then when people asked me things, and I was clearly fucked up haha, and my grandmother who was eager to feed me was slightely pushy when I refused any food and I was really ackward about it, just standing around in random places looking at the ceiling, could've been a lot worse though, nice report!
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: DylanOM]
#19463294 - 01/23/14 04:00 PM (10 years, 7 days ago) |
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"I was obviously baffled by where to put what, and I had to have my mom and my grandma talk me though it. And then my uncle blew up at me and started yelling about how stupid I was, and that I would be lucky to even get a job at Burger King and other stuff that I can't remember, and then he stormed out of the room. It took me completely by surprise, and it obviously hurt my feelings. I stood there dumbfounded looking like I was gonna cry. My mom and grandma explained to me that he gets like that sometimes and not to take it personally."
That would suck if you couldn't get a job. You would have to live at home with your mother. You might even become an alcoholic and develop an anger problem.
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: Me_Roy]
#19468772 - 01/24/14 06:01 PM (10 years, 6 days ago) |
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Godamn, bullet dodged lololol. You are one brave tough sob. I couldn't do it.
This would have been me at the dinner table.
''well I'm tripping, thats Enough of this'' :

Awesome report
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: blackmilk]
#19506343 - 02/01/14 02:08 PM (9 years, 11 months ago) |
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blackmilk said: Godamn, bullet dodged lololol. You are one brave tough sob. I couldn't do it.
This would have been me at the dinner table.
''well I'm tripping, thats Enough of this'' :

Awesome report
HAHAHHAHA THAT GIF
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: Me_Roy]
#19674571 - 03/10/14 01:58 AM (9 years, 10 months ago) |
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Me_Roy said: "I was obviously baffled by where to put what, and I had to have my mom and my grandma talk me though it. And then my uncle blew up at me and started yelling about how stupid I was, and that I would be lucky to even get a job at Burger King and other stuff that I can't remember, and then he stormed out of the room. It took me completely by surprise, and it obviously hurt my feelings. I stood there dumbfounded looking like I was gonna cry. My mom and grandma explained to me that he gets like that sometimes and not to take it personally."
That would suck if you couldn't get a job. You would have to live at home with your mother. You might even become an alcoholic and develop an anger problem.
Lol'ed so hard at this.
But yeah, good job on keeping your cool in that situation - Eating shrooms in any social situation is awkward, but at a family dinner when you have a raging alcoholic going off at you. Respect, but yeah setting is the most important thing when on a Psychedelic, if you are in a stressful situation, you will most likely have a negative experience during that point in the trip :P.
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Re: Being a Stupid kid: Thanksgiving at Grandma's [Re: Hag]
#19678848 - 03/10/14 11:08 PM (9 years, 10 months ago) |
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Damn, your uncle must've been such a vibe kill. I'd hate to have someone yell at my while tripping . But damn, with everyones faces warping and shit, I wouldn't be able to contain myself. Props to you.
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