I walked into my best friends dorm after being home for the weekend, with a thirty rack of budweiser. Our plans for the night were just to sit back, drink a bunch of beers, take some shots, and of course smoke the reefer. There weren't many other people in the dorms this night so we decided to just hang with each other. We killed the beers in about two hours, taking shots of jack daniels in between. Smoked about two grams of dank between us, and just listened to great music and talked.
So midnight rolls around and i get a call from this stupid bitch who likes to follow my friend and i around, trying desperately to make sexy time at any opportunity. i almost ALMOST didn't answer as we do our best to avoid this woman, but for some reason something told me to pick up. In turned out she was calling to let me know that her friend had mushrooms, and GREAT ones at that. I told her to hold onto a quarter ounce and i'd be over immediately. I asked my friend P if he would be interested in trying them, normally he would've said no but as we were both completely hammered he agreed:D. He later told me it was the best decision he ever made. So we got the shrooms and were warned of their power before we left. I let the guy know that i had plenty of experience and that i'd be consuming an eighth as usual even though he warned against it. My friend and i had paid 40$ each and got a quarter ounce, i know a steep price but if these caps came around again i'd pay whatever he asked. I let my friend know that an eighth for his FIRST time taking shrooms would be a strong trip, and while definately possible to handle, could have some tough points to it. He laughed at this and decided to just take a full eighth. So we went down to the bodega and got our preparations which consisted of: a gallon each of sunny-d (drink it next time you trip, im pretty sure it has a similar affect to lemon juice) a bunch of candles and incense, and various snacks for after we came down. We got back to his dorm around quarter to one a.m. and consumed the magical mushies. We lit candles and plenty of incense to get the mood right. For some reason, most likely due to how inebriated we both were, we decided to lay down and try to go to sleep about a half hour after taking them. To this day im not sure why we thought to do that, as one i have never been able to sleep while tripping EVER, and two we had just spent eighty dollars on this experience! Anyways, about another half hour later the most odd loop began to occur. We had turned the lights and music off and were each trying to sleep in our respective beds. This is when we started to trip heavily. I got up first stating "I dont know whats going on" i the proceeded to turn the lights on and leave the room to take a visit to the bathroom. I was sort of in a daze and not really focusing at all on reality, or what was left of it. I returned to the room, shut the lights and tried to go back to bed. About five minuted later, P gets up and says "I dont know whats going on", turns the lights back on and leaves to go to the bathroom. After he gets back, he turns the lights off and lays down. We go back and forth repeating this action about two more times, it was the weirdest thing ever, untill finally i realized what was going on. I shot up out of bed, and finally realized that i was tripping balls. I turned on the lights and inspected the numerous posters in the room. Jim Morrisson's hair was wriggling and growing outward into a wild pattern on the walls, and theres this japanese painting of a wave in an ocean (i forget what this specific type and style is called, but its a popular one) and the wave just took on the most ominous form. It started to form a whirl pool and i felt my mind was being sucked into it. I had to switch where i was sitting with my friend so i wouldn't have to stare at that poster any longer as it was completely bugging me out. We decided to smoke a bowl to just get us into the groove. For me it did just the trick, i was still tripping really hard, if not harder, but i was calm and had accepted it. My friend on the other hand was in another world and just could not understand what was going on. I felt a change of setting would be in order, to try and get P to enjoy his trip and perhaps alter his mindset. It was my bright idea that it wasn't a big deal to leave the dorms and go explore the bronx at 2-3am! But i didnt have any warm jacket to put on, so my friend let me borrow his roommates sweatshirt, which made for a funnny experience later on . So we did just that, but in the process we forgot something very important which we didnt realize untill later: to blow out the candles and incense. So we left the dorm, a joint prepared for our journey, but with no particular destination. Upon leaving the room, this odd noise started in the back of my head, a sort of twanging that grew in intensity over time, getting louder and changing pitch more often as i got outside (since this trip i've realized that i get this same sound every time i'm tripping really hard on boomers, its completely wild ). As i walked outside i noticed a group of men outside this club near our school, they looked like gang member types, and they were talking in a tight circle. It seemed to me that they were talking about my friend and i because every few seconds i would see one of the group turn and glare at us. I looked away but when i looked back i began to notice more and more groups of men like this. I saw them scattered all over the surrounding blocks and it seemed like all these small groups of people were secretly conspiring against my friend and me. Now to this day i dont know if it was a particularly busy night at this shady club and people had just gotten out, or if i had turned a few people into multiple groups of gang members in my mind. Most likely the latter, methinks. Next we had another great idea, that we needed MORE beer!! Another in a series of completely stupid moves that night. So theres a burger kind on the way to the bodega, which is also near that night club. The burger king was closed at this time of night but as we reached the parking lot i saw it was completely filled with cars. I didn't think anything of it at first but then i realized it was almost three in the morning and theres no reason for the large parking lot to have EVERY single spot filled. At this point i started to bug out, as i had always had distortions on shrooms, but now my mind was multiplying things that were there and i just did not have any clue what was going on. I hurried my friend allong and we got into the bodega, two white kids completely smashed and tripping, in an all black neighborhood walking into a bodega at 3am, it was great. So i get in with the intention of buying a twelve pack, but realize i have no money. My friend motions to the atm machine and i walk over to it. As i get to the atm machine i realize i have absolutely no idea what the purpose of it was and why i needed it. I was standing directly in front of it, but it seemed to be really far away, and things near it were right up in front of my face. My depth perception was going bonkers, and all the items on the shelf seemed either really far away or way too close and they were all in constant motion. Swaying, shifting shape, and slightly changing color; it was too much for me to handle and i let my friend know i couldnt stay in the store any longer. Luckily, by some amazing chance, my friend had his wits about him at this point, got the beer and payed the cashier. Now i realize we must've looked really weird to the workers there, but we've made friends with them there and they most likely just thought we were wasted like we were most times we came there. We left the store and headed for this park where a lot of kids in our school go to smoke and drink, now when i say park, i mean its a walkway with areas of trees on the side of it lol. As we were taking the ten minute walk to the "park" cars would pass every minute or so. I started to watch the cars as they passed and every other car would be a black cadillac deville. It was so crazy and when i asked my friend if he was seeing the same thing, he replied that he didnt know there was a road next to us. I asked him if he was ok, he stated yes he was just in a different place. Now was when i had the most complex and beautiful visual display i've ever gotten from mushrooms. There were a row of trees allong the pathway we were taking and i stopped for a moment to watch them. As i focused on them the leaves began to change color, they were going through the pattern of seasons! At first they were a light green, then they changed into a darker green, folled by yellows browns and reds. The leaves then dried up and either fell off or dissapeared. Then, to my complete astonishment, the process began anew and the leaves grew back and went through the cycle again. I stood watching this for around five minutes in total amazement untill my friend told me we had to go. For some reason i listened, but i could have watched that for years.... We got to the park, and i was having a lot of audio hallucinations at this point, i kept hearing cars go by and it sounded as if people were speaking through mega-phones announcing something important. I had no idea what this meant, but i was worried about it. At this point we smoked the joint and drank a few of the beers. We hung out for a while here saying nothing at all untill i looked down at the sweatshirt i was wearing. I forgot that P had loaned me his roommates hoodie, and for some reason i thought it was the same hoodie my friend mike has, so i called my friend mike at 4 am to thank him for letting me use it. He didnt answer, and i left a voicemail which he let me listen to the next day. It was one of the funniest things i've heard, just me saying random stuff, thanking him but not saying what for, with long pauses in between my words and then i just drifted off and hung up. We started to come down a bit at this point but we also became really paranoid. We realized that we were a mess, and thought that the night guards at the dorm would definately know we were fucked up when we got back. So we thought it would be best if we immediately left, but not before taking the remaining six beers and throwing them into the woods near by (you gotta love shroom logic). We made our way back to the dorm about twenty minutes later and got by the guards no problem. When we reached his floor off the elevator, we smelled a strong, pleasant odor in the air. An odor similar to the one that was in his room earlier. We realized the source of this when we opened his door and the room was filled with smoke from all the candles and incense we left burning. I still dont know how the fire alarm didnt go off cus this place was billowing smoke. I turned on the fan and opened all the windows and in a few minutes it was cleared out, that was a close one! At this point it was around five am and we were coming down a good deal. We still were shocked by the events of the night, and we didnt piece it all together into the next day. When we awoke saturday midday the room was a wreck! Empty beer cans, drug baggies all over, wax sprayed onto every concievable surface from us frantically blowing out candles. We managed to clean it and ourselves up from the past night before his roommate got back. It took us a while to integrate everything that happened and to this day that was my greatest yet craziest trip. Although i really dont think i did the trip justice in this report, its my first trip report and sometimes i have a tough time putting tripping experiences into words but i hope you enjoyed it.
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