Hello shroomery, this is a story from my past I thought I'd share it for your entertainment, I hope you enjoy. It started like a Friday as normal as the rest, all my friends were asking around for parties, piff sessions, anything other than wondering around aimlessly. Fortunately this night there was a party, it's supposed to be a small thing but by this time we knew it was to crowded to control (yes my friend group is the type that crashes every party they can).
so we wind up at this party and its pretty bad so I stick to the usual walk around and look for free drugs, when my friend says afroman wants me(he's my friend/dealer, and no afroman isn't his nickname I just needed something to call him) so I find him, and there he is with two lines of 2-CB he tells me each is over a hit each (the amount he sells for a tenner) and he will only give me one for free if I sniff it in one, so I think to myself "fuck it, it's free" so I have it in one and experience some of the worst backdrop I've ever had, oh but this was just the start.
I started coming up almost instantly and feel so overwhelmed I feel the need to sit down, at this point I am breathing heavily as this come up feels like exercise, colours were magnificent more lens flare than Star Trek and I notice the granite table I was sitting next to was covered in moving triangular patterns. I get slightly spooked and start explaining to my friends that I feel like I need help, it's a party so there not really interested and just laugh when they see me tripping out, at this point I decided inside was to much, so I walk out the back door, I stood on this pave stone and it turns cartoonish blue and shoots out a blue pipe I look up to find hundreds of flowers facing me, they looked like short sunflowers with blue petals and the part where all the seeds are were yellow, they were all pretty much exactly the same except this giant one with a face in the middle, I move left and right slightly and noticed they always faced towards me, this is the start of my peak.
Totally freaked I walk back inside and my entire vision becomes a triangle mosaic, I should also mention that people in this state are just one triangle to me, I can tell there people but they have no features, I also can't hear anything. A triangle turns to me and questions me and my trip in a confused way, also everything is still silent I just know what the triangles thinking so instead of it being a sentence it's just an idea so it's hard to describe, this snaps me back to a more sober state ( I can hear things and my vision is no longer all triangles) but I'm moving without walking or anything (little did I know everyone was being kicked out and I wasn't moving so this guy just picked me up and carried me out, I didn't know till later) I am put down outside and some one explains that I was carried out, but for some reason I thought they said I was thrown out the window -like through the glass- this sends me back into a state of complete disconnect and my vision becomes a giant spiral made from hexagons connected together- it's so beautiful no description could do it justice-, and at the bottom of this spiral is one hexagon with a silhouette of me with a red smile and red eyes, the image of me drops out and the spiral becomes a giant kaleidoscope the centre is like a little peep hole which I can see reality, while the rest of my visionis just colours and patterns, this slowly fades and I am left with a smooth blended vision.
From this point on my memory is pretty blank apart from my general confusion of where I was and what houses were for, my friends kept on having to find me as I would end up walking down the wrong way and getting lost, eventually they were to tired to deal with my tripping ass and decided to call my mum to pick me up, I didn't know what was going on until my mum arrived, any ways she drove me home and by this time the trip had died down and I was having weird paranoia that the police were after me, but after I got over that I spent the rest of the night playing with this net pattern that had formed on my walls and roof. The morning after was surprisingly alright, I just had to explain a couple things to my mum. I have probably left out some major features, but my memory of the experience has became very vivid. Also I don't think it was real 2-CB the drugs where I live are dirty they still get you trashed though. Looking back my experience seems unreal, the visuals I was having for what would cost me a little more than a tenner were rediculous, also this description may seem quite nice, at the time it was completely terrifying only on reflecting on it brings it to its true light.
Edited by Escape.5 (07/16/16 01:31 AM)
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