I don't know if anybody remembers my original post a couple months ago but I'm a pretty experienced weed smoker who has wanted to trip for about the past three months. Of course, I came here for all my research and instantly fell in love with the site... now, onto my post.
My best friend forever (our parents said we played together while in strollers) called me the other day saying he could get shrooms, after I've spent a few months trying to find them. Neither of us had tripped before but with my parents being gone I couldn't think of a better time. I called up a buddy and grabbed some Xanax as a precaution and picked up my friend and an eigth of shrooms. They didn't look as crazy as the ones my buddy used to get but I believed that they'd do the trick. We got back to my house around 10 and I prepared for what was in store.
I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and neither had he. I wrote a note to myself (just incase) that I was only tripping on shrooms and that it'd wear off. I had some orange juice and quarter of some kindbud next to me. He split up the eigth pretty evenly and we pounded fists and got eating. He had two caps and a stem and some chafe... I had one cap and some stems and some chafe as well. We went and played some 360 until they started to kick in.
About an hour later I was having what seemed like some minor visual distortions, but nothing major. We went upstairs because he said he couldn't play 360 cause he felt nautious, which I told him was perfectly normal. After about an hour and nothing I decided I needed to smoke a bowl and we sat there an blazed. After the bowl, it was on.
We came up to my room to listen and put on some Marley. I was drawn to my sketch pad and sat there and drew for a good half hour while my buddy started making some food. I was feeling an amazing body high and had a very hightened mood but nothing too crazy, just felt really high. Then he started telling me all this crazy stuff he was seeing - everything shifting behind me but being able to focus on me, the walls dancing to Marley, and just other awesome stuff. At this point, things started to get sour for me.
All he kept talking about was all the awesome stuff he was seeing and how much of a good time he was having. I wasn't on the same level at all and felt like I was bringing him down and ruining his trip. I thought that maybe I was worrying too much about my everyday responsibilities so I took a .5 Xanax to "relax" me, even though I was fine. I continued to smoke but he said he didn't want to jeapordize his trip so he sat out. As the night went on I started to get angry at him for talkign so much and telling me how much fun he was having. I started to hate my best friend. It was the strangest thing. I felt like I needed to be alone and went in my room to listen to music. I focused on my TV while listening to music and is started to pulsate a little to the music, which was cool, but then my buddy burst into the room scaring the shit out of me but we had a good laugh anyways.
I wanted to have the trip I've been wanting so bad for the past three months. I wanted an alternate reality. I was jealous of him because he ate that extra cap and was having such a good time. I have rosy cheeks and I looked in the mirror and it looked like my face was turning into a demon or something. Then we went back to my basement to kick it and I just wanted to chill in the dark and he stuck by the lamp. He said that maybe I was evil and that's why I wasn't tripping. He just kept telling me to let go and I was, but I was fine, almost sober. I had an awesome body high but other then that I was just exhausted and fell asleep shortly after, leaving him to trip on his own for a couple hours until it wore off.
Finally, my question, why do you think he was having such an intense trip and I hardly experienced anything? Was it the Xanax? Was it something unconciously that wouldn't let me get visuals? Weak shrooms? My friend saw his buddy weigh it out and said that he gave us a little over so I had a good 1.7 grams but nothing?
But yeah, I still am very intrigued by the fungus and am already planning out my next venture. I'm going to Florida in a couple weeks with my two good friends, just to get away for little over a weekend. I have a secluded house down there so I figure there couldn't be a more perfect setting. The problem lies in getting the shrooms down there. Is there any safe way to transport them on the plane? I was thinking about mailing them to a friend I have down there and then grabbing them from her later but I don't know about that either.
Sorry for such the long post. This just seemed like the most appropriate forum to ask my question and get answers. Thanks again.
Edited by The_Rastaman (03/20/06 08:01 PM)
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Hey I can relate with what you're saying I've had the same feeling before with some of my friends. Maybe you have a higher tolerance, maybe it was the xanax, maybe not all the shrooms in the bag were 'magic' or maybe your friend was faking it. I suggest you try again but don't have any expections and next time make a tea. It hits way quicker (With a tea a 1/16th gets me level 3 for 4 hours)
EDIT: P.S. Welcome to the shroomery
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Edited by shrooma (03/20/06 08:41 PM)
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I did some shrooms yesterday and I had a similar experience of hating my best friend.. well I was hating everybody and feeling very negative for a while, but eventually after lying down and crying and everyone comforting me, I came out of it feeling a revived sense of friendship with all my friends. Shrooms can take you completely by surprise and do things you weren't expecting at all. Next time you'll probably have an awesome experience.
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