here's one of my most amazing trips...
this wasn't my first trip, but one of the most intence. me and 3 friends decided to drive up to topanga (somewhat uninhabited hills near los angeles) and trip out in the open. we followed a random road till the dead end and parked. we ate about 3 grams of some pretty good shrooms, not sure about the strand, and started walking down a small dirt road that led into the bushes. at the begining of the road we noticed a parked motorbike (that'll come in later on). so we start walking untill we get to a pretty chill spot in the shade and decide to chill out. me and my friends then noticed a trailer home... just like this fucked up trailer in the middle of nowhere, it tripped me out a bit thinking "how the fuck did this get here?". it was clearly uninhabited, all rusted up and what not. so we walked in, just one of my friends and i, the other friend was pretty uninterested, and we noticed a piece of paper on the floor that read something like: "i live here and i come by everyday, dont fuck with my shit or ill kill you". we assumed it was just a joke and left the trailer. soon after this the trip started coming on, starting with the usual deep yawns(i always get those, just like empty yawning) and i was starting to get visuals, not too intece though, just some morfing and the usual moving letters and patterns here and there. after a while of tripping my friend nik(lets call my friends nik and james)started not enjoying himself ( he usualy has bad trips so he knows how to cope)and decides he wants to go to james' car to chill out, and after a bit of me and james trying to convice nik that the car was not going to confort him, and that he should just stay with us, he decides to go. so now its just me and james, and we were enjoing ourselves madly. being out in the open with no worries at hand amplified my happiness... and i don't think i could explain what i was experiencing. but i do remember how we found this cool rock/cliff from witch you could see the mountains and the ocean. i would run real fast up the rock and stop right at the top and feel like i flew off (kinda like in that gay movie pocahantas where the indian bitch would run up a cliff and the camera would follow the leaves flying off or something like that). then i would turn around and run into the million colored brushes, only to find that my path was impeded by a tree or an inpassable bush. with james following me through the bushes we started considering how we wanted to go to some other rock we saw, but we couldn't because the path didn't allow us. so after mind tipping about this and runing from bush to bush we got back on the path and went on. as we walked i started seeing some tippy plants, not any trippy plants but some plants that had a very very significant poetic value for me. i've only seen this plant on shrooms(i like shrooming in topanga hills)and it is, i repeat, tippy as fuck. its like a bush with few maple shaped leaves, it's green red and purple (not like green stems and red leaves but like a swirl of colors like a spreading disease or something)and it had some wierd ass spiky fruits. i tripped on that for a while, and turned back on the path when i noticed i was standing next to a house. like a real house, im pretty sure i wasn't immagining it as james saw it too. now before we could say anything i heard nick yell my name. i ran up the previous rock and saw him waving his shirt somewhat down the path. so i just run off towards him in full sprint with james untill we reach him. nik admitted how the car was just hot, unbearable and anything but conforting and wanted to come back. he was still having a bad trip so he was convinced on going towrds the car,he thought if we went forward we would just have to walk more to eventually get back to the car. the dilema is that i wanted to go forward. i was tripping hard and enjoying it so i just wanted to go on, see more, all that jazz; and he just wanted it to fade away and eventually go home. so after a long mind tripping discussion of wether to go on and hence "trip harder" or to go back and wait for it to end, we finally agreed that we came to that place to trip out and we were going to trip out, even though nik wasn't very convinced. so we keep walking untill we get to the house, at which point we realize how fucking tippy the situation really is, with or without the shrooms: a fucking house in the middle of nowhere, with no roads leading to it, surrounded by big metal objects, like rusted cars and weird... metal... things. so we walk up to the front door of the house, and its like square shaped, with a big round nob... like out of some movie. so i just push the door, without turning the nob, and it slowly swings open... you have no idea how hard i was tipping out... seriously tripping balls on the fact that the house was real, and not just a figment of the mushrooms. so the door swings open and we all couldn't beleive it, fucking couches, beds, a fully furnisced(if thats how u spell it) house. only with wierd shit all over, like just mounds of useless things: like one room was just filled with wierd toys and all sorts of board games, another had full sets of encyclopedias... and the trippeiest of all... the kitchen. first of all running water was our saviour. then in the kitchen drawrs we found all sorts of tools and wrenches along with forks spoons and knives. another drawr we opened had some dead furry thing in it, or at least thats what it seemed at first as we didn't open it twice... then i turned around and saw a coubard, i opened it and swear to god... one of every industially made food product available since the '60s... there were cambles soop, fukin cup-o-soop, coco-puffs, and i don't remember what else, but the selection was huge and only contained 1 of each kind... so now the big picture was totally clear... this house was MADE for me to find, MADE for me to trip out on, in that very istant, in that very moment, on that very mushroom. i mean the walls were all croocked and completely unproportional, that house was not made to be lived in, it was made to trip me the fuck out. and it did, and shit was i enjoying it. i was enjoying it so much i decided to eat another cap... extend my trip for a couple hours. soon after james realized he didn't have the car keys, nik remembered that he left them in the car. so james walks back to the car and its just me and nik. nik is still having a bad trip, but hes good at controlling himself so we just talk a while as i stare with awe at the storytale situation. soon after, we hear the sound of a car or a motorbike, i looked out the window and saw james on the back of a bike with some 40 year old guy. trippy. so the guy is really cool about us just intuding in his house, we tell him we're tripping balls off shrooms and he wips out a pipe and some erb. so now we're all in his "living room" listening to the guy talk. nik and james seem to be enjoying themselves listening to the guy ramble on about bullshit. while im so fucked up i couldn't even follow the conversation. i felt confined. they wanted to listen to him while i wanted it to be back the way it was: us walking around discovering things and tripping out on em. so i walk outside and start feeling less happy. even though i was still enjoying the poetic side of my deep thoughts i could feel the bad trip coming on. the sun starts going down and i start feeling cold. i can't really describe what i was feeling and thinking in a way you could understand, but ill try: walking back down the path towards the car i noticed the places where i was tripping out earier, and how i wasn't enjoying them in the same way. i noticed how those places were earlier under the sun, but were now covered in shade. and how i was now the one who WANTED to walk towards the car... like just a reverse of all that happened earlier, like my total happiness was winding back to be total lonliness and melincony. so i get myself together and just sit in the sun watching the view and enjoying the visuals... which i must say were amazing. the bushes on the faraway mountains morfing and displaying symbols and patterns and so on. finaly nik and james come along the path and we walk towards the car. the walk back was a pretty bad trip, they were coming down but i was still way hammered(i took another cap half trip) and everything i said or tried to say came out to mean something else(not sure if im explaining myself well) and everthing just seemed so awkward. we got to the car and i was still tripping balls. i was still having a bad trip but the car ride was soo fuking amazing. down the curvy road with jimmi hendrix blasting was... fuking amazing. after i got out of the car i was coming down. Shrooming isn't only about the visuals but its about the mental state... ideas and thoughts that would never seem plausable to you sober seem so convincing on shrooms. i realized that what i needed to enjoy the shrooms was out in the open, the posibility to just walk in any direction and never see the real civilized world, i just wanted to be as far away as possible from reality, but the guy, he sybolized the restrictions of everyday life... like school, work, and other resposibilities. i didn't want that, i wanted the shrooms to take me somewhere far away, i wanted to be carried away on the journey... on the "trip"
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