Trip Report:
I had a quarter (7g) of psilocybe cubensis stored in my freezer in an airtight container for about a week. On October 20th, my dad was away from 10:00 A.M. to 11:00 P.M. at the Notre Dame, USC game in South Bend, Indiana. I had the house all to myself. I decided I would make a tea out of the quarter so as to mask the taste. I think, next time, I'll take a different method of ingestion because not only did I make a bit of a mess while making it, but it tasted just about as nasty as if I were to eat them dry. Also, the strainer that I used had big holes and many 'shroom particles ended up in the 'shroom/Mint Vanilla tea.
Sometime between 11:30 A.M. and 12:00 noon, I drank the tea in about 10 minutes. Afterwards, I decided to get the taste out of my mouth and I got in my car and drove to Burger King. The effects came on a lat faster than before. Whether this was due to a bigger dose (previous 2 doses were 3.5g) or due to my method of ingestion, I'm not sure. As I was sitting in the drive-thru, I started to get the giggles. The body load was kicking in and I kept looking at the upholstery in my car, trying to see if it was rippling, shimmering, breathing, etc. No visuals yet, but the body high was definitely there and I kept wondering if I had somehow messed up the tea and if this was just placebo.
After I arrived home, the trip accelerated really fast. My surroundings began to look like a Monet, or "Starry Night" by Van Gogh. Everything was twisting, wobbling almost as if the solid objects were becoming gelatinous, the bookcase in my kitchen almost seemed to be an entity all on its own. As I glanced at my carpet with a paisley design, I saw the most amazing geometric patterns ever assembled, lit up with every color imaginable (and even those unimaginable).
I had Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles playing but it mostly served as background music. I later played The Very Best Of Cream by Cream which was a bit more interesting. But overall, they were soundtracks to my visuals and thoughts. I started to try to clean up the mess made from the 'shrooms and began putting the pot, strainer, etc. away. As I was looking at the moist chopped-up 'shrooms in the bottom of the strainer, they looked like a lot of little bluish bugs squirming around. Very trippy.
The first two hours were a total sensory overload. Everything I heard sounded 'stretched' or accelerated or slowed down, but definitely not the same. I was watching live footage of Gym Class Heroes on my tv on mute while I listened to Infected Mushroom on my iPod. As I watched the footage, every light source within the video gave off an aura and the whole screen was taken up with blue, pink, and red auras, burning brightly next to the dispersed faces in the crowd.
I lied on my floor petting my cat as I watched it and my cat wasn't as interested in me as she usually is when I'm tripping (I was probably scaring her). At one point I got on the computer but I was too captivated by internal thoughts and external visuals to really focus. One neat thing I remember looking at is my desktop background which is a very trippy fractal.
I needed something to smoke. I had the money but I was in no position to drive, so I called my friends (probably more than I should have). Finally, when my friend Andy called me back, I asked him (in a very slurred voice if I recall) if he would bring me a few cigarettes in exchange for change. He said he couldn't and I didn't talk to him for the rest of the day. I ended up being so desperate that I smoked the unsmoked cigs in the ashtray (they belonged to my dad).
Over the course of trip, I would look into mirrors. Mirrors are the best thing to look into whilst tripping. My face became elongated and my eyes traveled in a pair towards the top part of my face, while my lips became and indecipherable red smudge on the bottom part of my face. My pupils were so fucking dilated (not a visual hallucination; these fuckers looked like the barrel of a 12-gauge shotgun).
I eventually tried to draw the geometric patterns that were appearing to me on some notebook paper. I realized that if you can't draw without drugs, you sure as hell won't be able to draw with drugs.
Eventually, after the peak, I decided to drive up to the nearest gas station (I strongly advise against driving whilst tripping, even after the peak has subsided) to get some cheap cigs. I made an ass out of myself; giggling the whole time, tossing my change as well as the cheap little cigars (Hombres, I think they were called) onto the counter as I continued to laugh my ass off. The two attendants were eying each other as if to say "Is this guy fucked up"? I felt like a real asshole and for the next 20 minutes or so, it put a damper on my trip.
Eventually, between 3:30 and 4:00 P.M., I started the comedown period. It was a very introspective moment, and frustrating as well since there was nobody to tell my thoughts to. I tried to write them down, but they looked like notes out of a lecture*.
I came to a horrible realization: To know everything about everything is an impossibility. Yet, I don't want to be a jack of one trade. I have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge; too much is never enough. I see the futility of chasing after a dream that will never come true. Death seemed/seems like a good option.
The whole trip lasted from around 11:30 A.M. to 5:30 P.M.. The peak lasted from around 12:30 to 3:00 P.M. and the comedown lasted from around 3:00 to 5:30 P.M.. Sorry for a lack of events, I didn't really do much, it was just me alone at my house for the whole trip (excluding my car ride). Throughout the trip, I couldn't stop laughing; it was like a cosmic joke that had been there forever, but 'shrooms had finally presented the punchline.
I do not plan to trip solo anymore, or at a higher dose than 3.5g. I do, however, highly recommend to everyone of sound mind and body to expand the limits of reality and consciousness and go on a trip.
*rough translation of notes from my notebook
'shroomin
so hard to detail my experiences today.
vivid colors - rushing - forming geometric patterns
Just a sensory overload of images projected onto my mind's blank canvas.
every color imaginable -> twisting, mutating into every Geometric shape ever assembled.
I watched live footage of Gym Class Heroes on MTV2.
sounds - almost as if hearing the unheard
certain songs become so enhanced whilst tripping. Listening to Cream and The Beatles was particularly ecstatic. on the other hand, Cradle Of Filth wasn't as entertaining.
Shpongle was very therapeutic during the comedown*
[These next set were written the day after my trip]
every idea started to intersect almost as if my brain had plunged into the infinite "Pool of Thought".
However, after having glimpsed this information, I quickly realized the impossibility of grasping it all.
I have no desire to be simple; to be a man of one trade. My goal is to know everything. Nobody can know everything. It's an impossibility. However, since I refuse to be normal and yearn to be extraordinary, to burn so bright as a candle that I might eclipse 'fame', death is the only option.
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