Quite some time ago, I decided to take magic mushrooms (well, truffles, really) for the first time in my life without any previous drugs-related experiences. It took a while, but finally the time was there. Me and my friend W., who's also inexperienced with drugs, got together and took the shrooms.
The weather was exceptionally nice. We sat in the park, smoked a pipe and headed to the supermarket to get our mint and ginger to make our tea. Also added was five grams of psilocybe tampanensis. We poured ourselves a huge mug of the stuff (note to self: use less water next time) and at 6 pm we quaffed it down. With the fresh ginger and mint, it actually tasted quite nice.
Now the waiting game begins. And boy oh boy, if there is one game I hate, it's the waiting game. We sat there, wondering when the shrooms would kick in. I had read that tea would take about 15-45 minutes to start showing effects, but after an hour we still felt nothing. Out of curiosity for the taste, we started munching on some of the dry truffles. I know you really shouldn't dose extra when effects don't kick in immediately, but it ended well. We each took about five of them to chew on. It was nasty. The description of walnuts and battery acid is completely right.
Then it finally began. W. Has this picture in his room with a taxi on a background of newspapers and buildings, very vibrantly coloured. "Are these, you know, holograms?", I ask him. He starts laughing uncontrollably. It sounded like a stupid question, but the picture seemed to change relative to my position. Details popped out. I could only focus on those details, it was impossible to look at the whole picture. It felt like it was zooming towards me or sucking me towards it.
I guess that was the first wave, because after that, the effects diminished again. My friend starts to get a bit disappointed. It still felt kind of weak, true enough, but that would soon change. The 0,5 liters of tea had to come back out, so I decided to take a leak. I went to his bathroom. However cliche it might be, I look in the mirror and see my face start to distort. My smile was getting wider and wider. I felt the idiotic smirk get bigger too, but it was exaggerated in my reflection. My face started to go red. "Wow, get over here", I say to W. He didn't see his reflection change, but he did notice his huge pupils. "Goddamn. I'm not feeling that much, but judging by our pupils, we must be tripping."
Ironically, as soon as we left the bathroom, we hit our peak. At this point, everything gets really difficult to order chronologically and to describe. Colours were incredibly vibrant. My shoes, nubuck leather hiking boots, were no longer a dirty yellow, but golden. We had some discussions about nothing and bust up laughing each and every time. I started getting philosophical, questioning all kinds of stuff. We decided to have some fruit. He cut up an apple and it tasted completely bland. Almost flavourless. I realized that an apple doesn't really have a flavour. There is no flavour in apple. Our mouth and brain make flavour out of apple. Seeing how flavour is dependent on our own perception, I realized that flavour is not part of the apple, but of us. That particular train of thought came to a grinding halt when I noticed how beautiful this apple was. It had a flame-like pattern on it. With eyes wide open I hold my apple out to W. and in a solemn voice I proclaim 'fire'. I walked over to some pictures of family and friends on the wall. One of them was of a guy in a bathroom. He was in the center of the picture, but the first thing I noticed was a hairdryer. I don't know why, but to me it looked like it was the focus of the picture. There's also a picture of me with big sunglasses on there. The sunglasses turned to dark eyes and the lighter reflections in them were pupils. It looked demonic, but it did not frighten me.
We had our apple and now it was time for a change. Pear! I grabbed it and looked at it. And just kept looking at it. I carried it around in my hands for at least 30 minutes. "Are you finally going to eat it?", W. Asks. "Yeah, but just.. Not yet." But when was I going to eat it? I didn't know. I developed a weird fascination with it. Because I had been carrying it around and said that I wasn't going to eat it yet, the moment that I would eat would be special. A certain kind of anticipation that would not be fulfilled if I just started eating it at random. Because of that, this pear was special now. I decided to put it in my pocket and carry it with me. W. Takes a scrap of paper and writes down "A man and his pear". I took a piece of charcoal from the palo santo and drew a pear in a single line.
My bladder needed another emptying. While in the bathroom, I got fascinated with the mirror again. I didn't notice my dick still sprinkling that last bit of piss. "Aw shit", I thought. "You moron. You can't even piss in a fucking toiletbowl.." I took some toiletpaper and cleaned it up, somewhat confused. However, I opened the door and saw W. Sitting there, in the hallway, with the palo santo in his hands, kindling a little flame. He looked exactly like a caveman and I burst out laughing.
"Put on your golden shoes, we need to go and explore the outside world!". He had pyjama pants on, so he needed to change first. With his pants on his ankles he got his pants and I literally rofl'd.
We stepped outside and it was wonderland. The lights were stunning. Nothing like I've ever seen. The buildings were huge and our conversations hilarious. "Dude, see that billboard? It's huge!". "But it's mounted against a house. Which means the house is even more huge!" That kind of stuff.
Jim Morrisson was right. People are fucking strange. Ugly, even. Walking down the street, people felt alien. Not the martian kind of alien, but strange. Different. I felt detached from them, from humans in general. Like I was no longer participating in their 'world', but merely observing them. At one point, we saw a woman with a belly like she was pregnant, no tits and her head stood tilted on her neck. She was probably deformed, but W. and I had to check with one another if we were hallucinating this.
We sat down at some places and got intigued with buildings. We came across a demolition site and I could not grasp why people put so much effort in building houses and so much effort in demolishing them afterwards.
The trip was getting less now. We were coming down. The landing was gentler and less sudden than the lift-off. I decided that now was a good time to eat my pear. By the time I was done eating, we were back on earth, sad it was over but thankful for the great experience.
TL/DR: ate shrooms, tripped and loved every second of it.
-------------------- To do: sclerotia, DMT, mushrooms, LSA, mescaline.
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