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Double


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#26608384 - 04/17/20 03:17 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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This is my trip report from the first time I took mushrooms 12 years ago. I wanted to share this with yall for entertainment and as a possible learning experience for other 1st timers: . . . Background info: 19 years old, slim, not too much of a pothead (unlike most of you here - which is fine), 1st time trippin on shrooms.
Got 'em the night before the day we tripped. They were 5 eighths of dried beautiful golden caps for a group of 5 people (only one girl had experience with shrooms before). Next day, at about 7 pm, we all got together at her house. No parents, lots of weed, comfy seats, good shit
My friends ate only half of their eighth and kept their other half for tomorrow morning. Me and my cousin had planned all along to eat our whole eighth but ended up eating only half because after smoking some weed we realized that maybe it wasnโt such a good idea (though at the end of the night we ate my other half). I was very anxious for it to begin. I had read so many trip reports and was amused by the magical experiences... and so... It began.
As we were watching the Dave Chappelle Show, I noticed that for some reason I could understand his jokes better, not only were they funny, but I could understand african-american culture from a more familiar perspective; this was weird but I loved it.
At this point (20 min in) I finally started feeling it. I felt wind blowing through my legs and water on the side of my arms.
Then I looked at the carpet and the damn thing was breathing! It looked as if it was alive, as if it was some type of big organism breathing under the sea... I had to touch it, and when I did, it was amazing!
I was about to start enjoying my trip when everybody got all crazy and wanted to go to the store to buy some liquor, why? who the fuck knows!
Next thing I know they were all trying to get out of the house with a bunch a money on their hands but couldnโt even handle to get through the damn door without falling to the floor in uncontrollable laughter...
"What a bunch of dumb asses" I thought and laughed by myself; then for some reason I had the urge to closed my eyes, and when I did, I started to see patters; what kind of patters? lines of all colors and shapes, really hard to describe (can barely remember the night let alone the patters)
45 min past and finally I snapped out of it. I opened my eyes and saw two of my friends doing the same shit that I was doing (laying on the couch with their eyes closed).
I remember that the others (at this point 2 more people who werenโt trippin decided to join us) were drinking and having a good time in the kitchen so I decided to join them and have a good time as well.
However, when I went over there everything changed. The lighting (because I came from the dark), the noise, the drinks, everything was different as if I had just gone to another world. I was laughing with them and talking out of my ass! (trying to somehow make sense out of everything that what was happening).
Then this cool girl (which I had just met that night and happened to be 1 of the 2 who werenโt trippin) started asking a bunch of question such as: Where are u from? and How old are u?
At first I tried to answer some of her questions but then I got annoyed as fuck because I felt as if I was being interrogated and so I left and went back to the couch with my other two friends (still trippin with their eyes closed). I closed my eyes again and bam! Back to the patters lol.
So after what it seemed to be like 15 more minutes we all finally decided to trip together either in the living room or the kitchen, it really didnโt matter anymore, because THATโS WHEN MADNESS STARTED.
We were all talking at the same time, talking out of our ass! My friend kept on saying: Do I exist? DO I EXIST?? So I told him some stupid nonsense bullshit explanation which seemed to make sense to him lol.
I felt like everyone was insane going from one place to another, acting like animals. It was as if their reasoning went back a thousand years back making them look like homosapiens to me. That's when you realize: Holy shit, Im fucked up!
Eventually, you get the hang of your trip, becoming more calm and able to communicate and interact better with others.
At the end of the night (2 in the morning) I could not go to sleep, I was very confused about a lot of things but mostly about one in particular: Did I Liked It... Or Not?, wasnt sure. Its cool as hell to trip with other people, but Im really looking forward to a solo trip experience.
I know that the reason why I can barely remember what happened (as if it was a dream) is because I was not ready for the experience as I thought I was.
I consider this trip a 2-3 level trip.
I dont know if it was the anxiety and anticipation to trip balls, or my goofy ass friends and the environment where I was THE REASON why I didnโt have any clear hallucinations or color visuals.
Next time I will definitely trip by myself in a more peaceful environment, only because I know in my heart that I have not experienced the real power of magic mushrooms... yet.
Hav a nice trip!
Edited by Double (10/22/22 10:57 PM)
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Gypsy Boy
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Re: ๐ 5 eighths, 5 people, no parents, lots of weed, good shit :D ๐ [Re: Double]
#26608419 - 04/17/20 03:32 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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I woudlnt call it getting fucked up, no, not on shrooms, shrooms are a lot more mystical than simply getting fucked up on them
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Re: ๐ 5 eighths, 5 people, no parents, lots of weed, good shit :D ๐ [Re: Gypsy Boy]
#26608603 - 04/17/20 05:03 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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I respect that
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redgreenvines
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Re: ๐ 5 eighths, 5 people, no parents, lots of weed, good shit :D ๐ [Re: Double] 1
#26615568 - 04/20/20 02:32 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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the bit about not being able to remember amazing stuff that happened used to bug me a lot. Especially because the next time I got stoned, I remembered all those things that I couldn't remember. The next time I got stoned, again stuff would happen and I would say to myself, "this I wont remember when I come down either, I bet"... (mostly true.)
Anyway, after coming down, I do remember saying that to myself, (and laughing at saying that, and wondering why does it fade and then reappear so clearly,) but I could barely intuit those amazing things I was trying to remember when not stoned: such as how things moved, rearranged, convolved, engaged, sparkled, radiated, fanned out, danced - all in a time frame layered way that is very hard to put words. blah blah...
I think you were plenty ready; the only thing that you were not ready for was being interrogated by a good looking girl. If you were ready that could have been a very good thing.
I miss a lot too, oh well, can't always be ready for everything.
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