(This is a lengthy read, but it?s enjoyable!)
In the summer of 2004 I managed to get a hold of a quantity of allegedly potent shrooms, which came at a good time because some friends of mine were planning on camping soon, so I knew I'd have a great opportunity for a trip.
I showed up early Saturday evening with my friend A, where we found a camp-site not far from my friend J and about 8 of his friends? group spot. They had been there since Friday night, and when I showed up the first thing they showed me was a naked passed out guy I recognized who was covered in marker in his tent since he was dumb enough to drink a whole bottle of vodka and then try swimming. This guy would provide plenty of laughs later on as the night progressed.
Anyhow, it starts getting dark, and I decide I should eat some fungus. I had a bag that I estimated that I put about 6 grams into, and since I was just guessing I probably ate about 4-4.5 grams of them. Everybody else ate theirs the night before, and I was told they were really strong and that it was quite a wild scene there on Friday night. Nobody else would be tripping with me but I was okay with that, they're good people.
I was sitting on a chair staring at the fire when I started getting really anxious. I decided it would be good to smoke a bit of herb to calm myself down, so I got A to help me out by having him rip up the bud while I held my pipe out. The fact that this process took about a minute or more was driving me nuts and I felt like I had no patience for it. I kept feeling like I was sinking inside of my chair, the fire pit began warping wildly, and new textures began flowing over everything. I had a couple of puffs but felt really nauseous, so I decided to walk over to the back of the camp behind the tents where it was dark so I could try to throw up. I dry heaved a couple of times, luckily nothing came out.. Then I lay down and looked at the sky.
"This is where it all went down," S said from the camp. This made me laugh. I was staring up at the clear starry sky and I realized I was very high and was having amazing hallucinations. The stars were flowing around, darting to different areas and returning to their original spots. There was also a red web of lines up in the sky that sometimes created new interesting patterns between the stars like connecting dots.
I forgot my situation for a minute then realized I was laying on a bit of a hill on some empty pop bottles and garbage, and decided to get the hell up. I rejoined the group and sat on a chair.. It wasn?t long before I began to get anxious feelings again though. I felt like I wanted to go off and be on my own, and in my head I wanted to ask A if I could get the keys for his car so I could go lay in his van, and ended up asking somebody if they had headphones so I could listen to music. Somebody seemed confused by my question, but S said ?Don?t question it. It?s the shrooms.? I felt comforted that most of these people knew what was going on in my head.
My confusion was left behind though in favour of hilarity when some of the guys decided it would be fun to fuck with the passed out guy. With a video camera in hand, they unzipped his tent and tried to wake him up, but even opening his eyelids and shining a flashlight in there did nothing. One of the guys backed up a great distance and ran towards the tent, and dived over it! He landed way down the hill and hurt his ribs. It was a maniac thing to witness when one is high as hell. Then somebody else tried to jump over it but totally landed on top of the tent and flattened it. This was funny.. concerning, but funny. Anyhow, after it was apparent that nothing was waking up the passed out guy, we went back to sitting and my anxiety came back. I kept having thoughts that were torn between leaving on my own, to asking A to drive me back home. J was cool enough to ask me if I wanted to go for a walk, and I agreed.
This was definetly what I needed. As soon as I was away from the group I felt a million times better. The darkness created a magical, mysterious feeling that I loved. I was so damn confused by everything but loving it at the same time. My confusion combined with a really goofy feeling that caused me to pretty much laugh at everything I thought of, saw, or heard. ?What am I walking on? Is this grass??, ?Where the hell are we??, ?What is that?? I felt like a little kid re-discovering everything in the world. Visually I had lots of OEV?s. I saw patterns everywhere, from grids and pixelization on objects, to reinterpreting naturally occurring patterns, and there was plenty of warping going on. I had a huge body buzz as well, which made walking a bit of a task, but was fun because it felt like I had an un-ending source of energy. Me and J walked to the water where he pointed out a covered water circulation device that floated in the water, and said that the night before they were calling that thing the Soul Sucker because of its slurping noises and that they and spent plenty of time chucking rocks at it. This seemed like an awesome idea to me so I found some rocks and began pelting it.
We heard voices calling our names and I knew that it was some of the guys from the camp were looking for us. For some reason I had the idea that I should hide from them because it would be fun, but J said we should meet them. S, and A, J, plus a couple of other people were there and had a joint, so we decided to smoke it. We did so, and then decided to go wandering around. We ended up at another area of the camp where there were a bunch of people drinking near this stage, and the ?Yogi?s? (camp caretakers or whatever) were there. Apparently they couldn?t stop the people from hanging out, so they left which was good (I feared contact with them). Our group went out and socialized for a bit, then we ended up going back in the direction we came from. The guys wanted to go back to the camp, but I was having so much fun in the dark that my good friend A said he?d hang out with me for a while. He had a flashlight which made for lots of fun.
Again I can?t stress enough how much I was laughing and enjoying my trip. A saw a crayfish in the water and decided he was going to try and catch it, so he gave me the flashlight to light the water for him. He had both feet on dry land but was totally stretched out with both of his hands in the water trying to get this thing. I kept getting distracted and was flashing the light at other spots in the lake that didn?t help him much while I was laughing my ass off. The crayfish got away, and I told A about all of the different faces I was seeing in the water through the patterns of the sand at the bottom being lit and creating shadows. I tried to explain some of the other crazy visuals I had from looking at really dark areas like shadows from trees etc, but couldn?t find the words. At some point I looked up at the moon, and to me it looked like it was a lit ball of light like they use to light outdoor scenes during movie shoots, and the red lines in the sky sort of reformed to look like a grid of bars that were holding it up. I thought they were shooting a movie way in the distance, and watched as the ball of light rotated around and around. When I was informed that I was looking at the moon, predictably I had a pretty good chuckle about it.
We went back to the camp after who knows how long and sat around the fire drinking beers for a bit. The drunk guy woke up at some point and started yelling all kinds of hilarious stuff: ?Why am I naked!?, ?What the hell is going on here?, ?My tent is gone?, ?Who raped me??. His clothes were gone, and apparently the guy who had them in his trunk drove off without taking them out. Somebody had to give him something to wear.. Anyhow, A felt really uncomfortable with this situation because he didn?t really know these people well and decided to go to bed.
A skunk came by at some point and kept bothering us by popping up in various spots of the camp and scaring the shit out of us. I wasn?t scared per se, but it was just a hilarious surprise that kept appearing that we had to run away from like it was a game and the skunk knew that it would make me laugh.
After a having good conversations with people and drinking some beers, things were dying down in the camp because people seemed to be getting tired. I was definitely slowly coming down from my trip, but was nowhere near sober yet. I kept seeing distortion on peoples faces; sometimes a person?s face would appear to melt down, and stay that way until I looked away. I remember the sounds of the forest were really apparent and I had this feeling like I was really connected with nature.. I had this feeling the whole trip actually. I really didn?t want to leave the camp but I asked J if he could walk me back to my site since I wasn?t sure that I could find it. He agreed, and we started heading back. I started getting sad because I was still zooming pretty hard and didn?t want to lay in a tent with a sleeping guy. We were almost back at my tent when he asked me if I thought I could ride a bike right then. Yeah! That was a great idea! I was so pumped to go riding.
We went back to J and company?s camp and grabbed his bikes. I had a nice full suspension, and J had a mostly brakeless bmx. We started ripping around in total darkness, and eventually started heading down a real trail with roots and everything. I seemed to have a 6th sense for direction or something, because even though I truly couldn?t see the trail, I just knew where I had to go to avoid ramming into a tree and throwing my unprotected body into a world of pain. It was ridiculously fun and I couldn?t stop smiling. It felt so free and great to be bombing around on a bike with the cool wind blowing over my body. We came to an opening that was a smooth paved concrete surface right near the water, and I had a great view to stare up at the stars again. There were so many good memories this night, but coming to this clearing was one of the best.
Eventually we made it back to his camp and put his bikes away. I was feeling tired and knew everyone else was too, so I decided to head back to the camp for sleep. It was a weird feeling intruding on my friend in the dark and trying to find me spot in his 10 foot tent, but eventually I got comfortable and managed to fall asleep after a few hours. The next day my brain felt incredible but my body was quite tired from the constant trekking I did.
All in all it was one of the most fantastic experiences I?ve ever had. The end.
-------------------- "To have lived this long has seriously disoriented me." -Hunter Thompson, 1977 "Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
Edited by kylefactor (03/29/06 04:01 PM)
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