My first shroom trip happened a little while ago, early september. Lets start from the beginning, I was supposed to trip with 4 other of my friends we all pitched about 20 dollars to buy a quarter of boomers, but the situation turned into shit when the person we went through wouldn't get us them right away and she kept hesitating, telling us she had them then saying she didn't, it was just a mess. Then a few weeks later, one of my friends said he got them and wanted to know if I could do them that thursday night. Turned out there was only a little more than an 8th so I figured hell yes, I needed to do this and I was ready, I felt super guilty because only me and him tripped these and practically took the opprotunity from the rest, but they couldn't that night and we got effed over with how much there was.
The night: It all began behind an apartment complex on the top of a hill in the grass, I had no idea what was waiting for me on this night. When I first saw them my heart raced. They didn't taste nearly as bad as I expected, really they don't even taste like anything to me. I chewed down and swallowed 3 stems, 1 beautiful top and some crumbs at the buttom of the bag. Then we walked. I knew not to expect anything for a little while, and the anticipation killed me. It all started to kick in when we were walking down the sidewalk on the way to a park near my friends house, my friend threw up twice on the side of the path, and I felt so good and high by this time I knew my trip was about to begin. The first effects were interesting, I felt the biggest body high ever with a mixture of a drunken feeling, and I could not stop laughing due to this. No visuals until about 20 minutes later when me and my friend were sitting in the back of the park by some trees smoking a bowl. I began to notice intense shades of neon green in the grass and on my shoes and everywhere. Then I looked at my hand, the design made from the skin on my hand and the lines appeared afterwards everywhere I looked. I was amazed. When we started walking, I faintly remember seeing something crawling all over the grass, ants maybe? Also I remember seeing stuff crawling on trees and stuff flying in the air, like a whiteish looking grass flying through the air. Also I remember seeing different neon colored lines and designs all over the sidewalk when I walked. Now me and my friend later met up with some kids from our school. I think they tried to freak us out but they seemed to me like they were talking a completely different language, it blew my mind. It sounded like aliens communicating to each other. From this point forward I don't remember too much. I remember my peak was the most intense thing to ever happen to me. I lost total loss of reality, I forgot what day, month, year it was. I practically forgot where I was, time seemed meaningless on this trip. I was in a dream, but it was reality? I remember later on that night I was still tripping and we rode around in some chicks car for a while. Music playing was the greatest thing ever. It sounded so cool. Everything was so distorted. It was like reality was taken and a new dimension was visible through my eyes. I also remember some sort of pillow casing beads were spilt on the parking lot street, and when I ran my hand across them they felt so crazty I cannot describe it, and they appeared to be growing out of the pavement and moving around individually like little arms reaching out. Everything was breathing on this trip. Mushrooms reveal a new part of this world. They allowed me to connect with the earth like never before. Everything had its own soul and life. The comedown of this trip was crazy. I had seriously forgot what it was like to live normally. I thought I had been born again and was living in a new dimension, but when I came down I was shocked to realize it was the same life as before continuing on. My first trip most definetly changed my life and without a doubt was the best thing to ever happen to me.
Comments anyone? Thanks for reading.
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Wow. Very well described. Reading that really made me want to trip again. I hope something will happen around Halloween. Many would say that you *had* entered into another dimension: I call it the land of the dead. The "white grass" floating in the air is something I encountered my last trip. I believe them to be ghosts. In my case, they were the dogs and cats buried in my folks' back yard, and they were excitedly playing for me. I wish you could tell us more about the lines and designs on the sidewalk. That seems particularly intriguing to me. However, the feeling is always the most important thing. You really caught the excitement of the experience. Bravo.
Bummer about your friends though. Make sure you turn them on next time that stuff comes your way. They deserve it!
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Edited by BrandNoob (10/22/07 08:32 AM)
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