I took my first trip on shrooms three weeks ago. From my research, I gathered that 4 grams would give me an interesting experience without overdoing it. I kinda had to guess at measuring out 4 grams, because my scale would give different measurements for the same quantity every time I weighed some. Either my estimating steered me wrong, or I'm super-sensitive.
When it kicked in, I started seeing things in fractals, but that was the extent of my visual perception changes, except for a black piece of plastic on the floor which became a crawling bug for a few seconds.
One reason I wanted to do this is because I have constant anxiety, and my whole body is always clenched up to some degree or another. After the visual effects, the next thing that happened is that my right arm wanted to raise up. I let it. Then my left arm raised up. Then I think I was doing the stereotypical hippy arm waving thing, but not of my own volition. I could have consciously stopped it, but my mind was set to not fight anything. And then the best thing ever happened. My whole body spread out. My jaw was spread open, my fingers all stretched apart far as they could, my arms stretched back more than they could (that's what it felt like, anyway), and I was leaning back so far that I don't know how I didn't fall over. I was OPEN, and it was so cool.
After that, I don't know what order things took place in. I laid down on my back, still stretched out, closed my eyes, and absorbed my metal playlist. Then the other best thing ever happened. The enhancement to the music was indescribable. It's like it was folding in on itself, or the music was fractal. With my eyes closed, Judas Priest took me to a cathedral in Valhalla. Every once in a while I'd open my eyes to check, but shit still looked normal, aside from a slight fractal effect. That doesn't matter though, because it was the music I was excited for. At some point, I was standing back up again at least once, stretched out, and then it went bad. This was right in the middle of Fluff from Sabbath - go figure. My mouth seemed to be frozen wide open, and I realized I had been hearing some demonic screaming. After a minute I thought it might be me. (my wife reported later that I was indeed screaming). I wasn't hallucinating anything bad, or had any bad thoughts or memories popping up (that I can remember). I think because I was so open, some general bad shit was letting itself out. I heard my wife asked if she should call 911 (neither of us has any experience with this), and I told her not to, that I think I needed this. She told me later that there were several times she asked my if she should call 911. I have virtually no memory of the bad part. All I know is it lasted longer than the cool part.
Coming down was worse than when I was screaming. I was nauseated, throwing up, and still didn't have my wits about me. Every once in a while, laying on the bathroom floor next to the toilet, I was convinced I was in jail just for being a bad person in general, or that my wife was going to leave me as soon as I came down. I knew I had blacked out, and I was scared to death that I might have done something violent. I am not at all a violent person, but I don't know what this stuff makes people do, and I've never blacked out before.
Anyway, I was never in jail, my wife didn't leave me, and I wasn't violent. I felt mostly guilty for tripping much harder than I planned and my wife had to put up with it. The next day, though, I felt wonderful. I could still feel a lot of that openness, and I felt purged. This lasted for four or five days. Most of those following days I distracted from the real world because I kept mentally revisiting Judas Priest's cathedral in Valhalla. With almost no memory of the bad part of the trip, overall, it was a great experience. If I do it again, I'm going to be more careful with the dosage.
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