it was yesterday afternoon. I had wanted to shroom bad for a long time. I finally found a connect, another kid in my senior class. I bought a quarter with the intent to take like 2.5 or 3 grams and save the rest.
8:00 i dont have my scale with me, so i pretty much split the bag in half. i start chewing a cap and a stem, very woody and crispy and kind of unpleasant. i take the rest of the half-bag, i chew it to a paste and knock it back.
8:10 i realized there were no drinks in the house, so i went out to the corner store 2 minutes away to grab some powerade zeros. I spy some tropicana bottles on the shelf, and grab one. I go back out to the car and drink it. on the quick drive home, i notice that im feeling kind of happy and light. the music sounds kind of good. i back into my spot, and just sit there with the car idling. i felt the vibrations of the engine running transferring through the seat into my back. pretty cool.
9:00 im definitely feeling something, an increased lightness, silliness. i look at myself in the mirror. my eyes were black. I get this kind of thought of "it's my first time, fuck it, let's go big or go home" i take another stem out of the bag and chew it up. and another. then another cap. soon there's only one shroom left in the bag. i say fuck it and eat it too
9:20 I have my laptop playing on my tv, which is in front of the recliner that im sitting in in my room. i'm on youtube, Right Where It Belongs by NIN is playing. it sounds so damn cool. i feel like it's a part of me.
things get hairy here
I realize i should plug in my phone to charge, but i cant find the charger. i have to go out to my car and get the spare. I can barely put my bathrobe and shoes on. I cant find the armholes. as i leave the house, my dad sees me and accosts me asking what i'm doing. i say that i cant find the charger and im getting my spare. he grimaces and asks why i cant hang onto things. "another charger lost" "don't you get sick of losing things?" "you suck". I go outside to my car and im fumbling with the keys. he's watching m from the window. his gaze makes me even more uncoordinated. i finally get the key into the hole and grab the charger. it feels really weird in my hands. it feels...too light? i cant explain it. once inside i sit back on the recliner and plug in. he's still muttering things in the other room, but im not saying anything. eventually he stops.
9:45 i look over at my bed on the other side of the room, and the pattern on the sheet is kind of shrinking, growing, moving, ALIVE. but it didnt surprise me at all. it felt like that was just normal and how its supposed to be. i text someone. the words in the message keep bending and rippling. an invisible bulge kept running back and forth on the lines of text. pretty cool.
10:00 the light in my room keeps changing, it goes from normal, to red, to green, to pink, to sepia. i close my eyes and things just get brighter than they were when they were open. flashes of bright color, weird ancient shaman looking figures in neon blue and bright white. however, im not really scared of anything. i open my eyes, i keep seeing some kind of bright light coming from the corner of my vision, and when i look at it its gone. i notice a light coming from outside my window. it's almost like a sunrise. but it's a bunch of sunrises, playing one after the other in fast forward mode, every few seconds in a different color. there was a red sunrise, a green one, a blue one, and a pink one.
10:30 i lie in bed and with my eyes open, it sort of looks like the world is a glass windshield and something hit it, sending cracks and shatters spreading through everything. closing my eyes makes almost no difference at first. its almost like i can still see with them closed. but then i begin to see insane patterns. grids of random numbers flying by me in neon green like the matrix. a strange city, but everything in it is made out of layered strips of red and gold. the buildings, cars, streets, "people". everything twists and squirms. it was amazing.
11:00 im getting a strong feeling of emptiness and loneliness. my hands feel "empty" like there should be something in them, where there's just nothing. I already knew that we're all just bags of meat walking around on a ball in the middle of nowhere and nothing, but the feeling is SO STRONG now. I feel like nothing that happens here matters. we're all just on some crazy, nonsensical, illogical ride through life and it doesnt mean anything unto itself. I felt like i would never be the same again.
i had no sleep that night.
this experience, however, hasn't scared me. i want to do it again. but i'll take a damn 8th lol
Edited by TokerWantsATrip (03/09/15 03:14 PM)
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