This was potentially the most amazing trip I will ever have. It had everything I've read about and hoped for in it, and far exceeded my previous experience.
I've tripped on shrooms (Yangoons) before, taking only 1.5g to give a mild experience about a year ago. This time we went out picking; we never weighed the shrooms, but it was a plate full of fresh liberty caps.
The trip started at about 2pm, just the 2 of us sitting in my living room. We had a joint, some pizza with a bit of leaf on top and a mug of shroom tea each-
Ingredients: About 12 liberty caps Some cannabis leaf 4 ts sugar A tea bag hot water
After about half an hour to an hour the effects were starting to get to us. I felt quite spacey by this point, and seem to recall heading upstairs to my computer. We were smoking significant ammounts of pot and talking on msn when we decided to look on the internet for ways of improving our trip. We found several optical illusion tricks. What was more amazing than the actual illusion was the effects of the trip itself. A spiral began to split and morph and run over each other in crazy undescribable ways for example.
Shortly after this, my friend pointed out the wood grain pattern on the back of my desk. At first it appeared to swirl and slide, before morphing into a strange alien landscape with hills, a lake and wispy clouds that became particularly vivid. It was around this time that a friend on msn sent us 'leek spin' which provided us with alot of laughter, but no visuals. My friend claimed to feel 'Up beat and gittery' at this point, and I conveyed this on msn as 'Obese and glittery' which resulted in uncontrollable laughter. Generally, we felt very stimulated at this point as music seemed to effect our mood, energising and exciting us.
During Dark Side of the Moon, I suddenly began to think about the situation. For some reason, I questions as to whether I was dead and decided I was. This triggered me to believe that my room was some how heavenly; that I had just died, and had a warm bubbly sensation of all my dead relatives standing around me welcoming me.
Around the time we were listening to Dark Side of the Moon, and a combination of the trippy sensations from this amazing album and people talking on msn made me start to panic. I began to tell my friend that it was too 'busy' and that we should go outside.
We started to plan a trip outside, and so went downstairs. We started to make more tea for a flask, and tried to gather supplies. Unfortuanetly we found ourselves distracted, lying on my living room floor staring at the patterns on the ceiling. It seemed to be getting closer to us, as the patterns split into panels that slid across each other and took different levels. I decided to touch the ceiling, so we both found ourselves standing on a sofa with our heads touching the ceiling.
Once more we tried to finish preparing to leave, but once more we found ourselves distracted. This time we phoned a friend over and over to tell him what was going out. Everything seemed hillarious, and I found myself creased up crying with laughter.
Almost ready to leave, we made an excursion to the bathroom. We turned on all the taps and decided that it must be the rainforest in the bathroom. We then filled the sink with bubble bath, shower gel and other similar products along with water. My friend then encouraged me to dip my head into it, and in turn we both fully submerged our heads, coming out again feeling refreshed as though we had been christened.
Finally, what seemed like 2 hours after planning it, we left the house with a joint (we had soaked this with tea by accident and had to 'roast' it in the oven) a rug, a bottle of water and a flask of tea.
We left the village, walking down a hill towards a forest. I began to see colours and patterns that I sometimes experience on pot, but much more vividly. My friend told me that he felt as though we were waiting for a ride-in the forest- and so we began to get an excited sense of euphoria.
Upon entering the forest, the mood seemed to instantly change. Now we were on the ride, and despite the dark of the night and strange noises we found ourselves happy and exillerated by the forest. It was at this point that we realised we could pinpoint seperate moods, and it seemed as though we suddenly transversed from one to another with no warning.
Crossing a gate took us out onto tranquil open hill side. Climbing the hill resulted in us feeling a heavy wind, so we sat at the top to drink tea and smoke.
I began to text the friend we had phoned earlier, and friend 2 (who shall be reffered to as this as he joins us shortly after). We told friend 2 to listen out of his window as we were playing harmonica and yelling how amazing life was. The tree above us seemed to form patterns with it's branches, and these patterns morphed and changed, becoming more ordered. We decided that if we didn't believe in anything bad, nothing bad could happen to us and so began to roll down the hill.
At about this point, friend number 2 phoned. We were shocked to find it seemed he was 'trapped' in a small box that we could hear him from. This concept amused him so much that he asked if he could join us (we had invited him earlier, but he had declined). We headed back towards my house.
By the time we got home, things were getting weird. My thoughts were confused, and my friend was encouraging me to 'play' with the shrooms we had. We began to pick them up and put them down again, sitting in silence in my kitchen.
Suddenly the door of my house burst open, and friend 2 came in, making us jump and scream before bursting into hysterics at how he had found us.
My memory of this time is vague. We listened to half of tubula bells as friend 2 caught up on shroom eating. We ate alot more shrooms and began to smoke more. At one point I recall seeing the ceiling trip again, and being carried to the toilet where we repeated the earlier bathroom antics.
Near the middle of tubula bells, we were rolling cigarettes. The music got more and more exciting, and I began to express how excited I was to friend 2. Our mood followed the music, and by the time 'tubula bells' was pronounced we were running out of the house with joy.
We walked down the main road of the village, rapidly talking about how exciting it was and all the sensations of feeling light and good. We reached the village school, and entered the car park. Finding some red/white tape on a fence inside, we tied one end to a pose and ran out of the school with the other end. We ran across a round, and took it into a feild, running manically with it trailing behind in the wind. The feeling of freedom as we sprinted though that feild, tangled in tape, is difficult to describe. We got into the next feild and lay down, gasping for breath.
Minutes later we found ourselves, still tangled in tape, walking past a camp site with people cheerfully chatting inside. Shouting in agreement about how good things were, we moved round the campsite and onto a road.
Conversation and thoughts were becoming even more surreal by this point. We talked about how it felt as though the road was eternal, and how the trees near the end (almost like gates) never seemed to get closer. We talked about how our friend had been in the past (a reoccuring theme) when he had not taken enough shrooms, and that he must join us in our present, which would be all of our futures. I also described how seeing a difference in speed of light from a car would alter aging of passengers relative to those that were past.
On a different lane, I was elected leader. I led the group towards a spot that I knew had a bench, but I was sure I hadn't been to before. We climbed into a forest, and down a grass path, finally coming across the promised bench. Now, after eating the entire plate of shrooms, our motor skills were lacking. We struggled to light the final, pre-rolled ciggarette. We all agreed afterwards, that at this point there was a hell of alot of hallucinations. I could see colourful patterns and letters, all morphing and merging and changing.
Getting up, our journey continued- shouting loudly about how much fun we were having- down the path. We came across a camp fire surrounded by people, or with a middle aged man, or a young boy, or a woman (we couldn't decide afterwards) next to it. Friend 1 and I ran, whilst friend 2 tried to say hello. We shouted to get him to hurry up and follow, but he strolled slowly towards us in his own happy little bubble.
Leaving the forest, we crossed the road to go towards a lake. I tried to turn off to the lake, almost walking into a ditch before friend 1 helped me to the actual enterance. We walked across to the lake, and sat down.
The beauty was aweinspiring. I felt as though I had unlimited energy, and had an orgasm of hallucinations and euphoria. We got up, and headed towards a gentle slope in a neighbouring feild. Once in this feild, I felt inspired to run. To my shock, both my friends had instantaneously began to run too. We sprinted up the hill, overjoyed at how we felt, until we reached a fence.
By this time we all had no idea of time flowing. We seemed to have been out in the wild for hours, and yet seemed completly happy and warm because we were connected together, with complete understanding, like family. We helped each other over a fence and walked towards what I now believe to be a barn.
At the time, I thought I was seeing a military compound. A metal object appeared to be a large flat building; a barn appeared to be a hanger. There was a pile of bags containing feed, with a tarpourlin cover that flapped in the wind in a way that still sends a chill down my spine. The moon glinting off it appeared to give it 'oblivion' like 'graphics'.
We crossed a fence and walked between a fence and hedge, debating as to whether we were on a path or not. Every time we saw a light from a car we began to think we were being followed and freak out, going silent and panicking. I still had a stub of stick left that I had used to lead and 'fight' mysterious creatures in the forest. Friend one had been using it to examine vibrations when he hit the fence, but I asked for it so I could make music. I continued to beat the fence and its supports as we walked around the hill we had been on, back to the lake. The energy was still unlimited, but from time to time it would seem as though the high crushed down again, squashing my thoughts back into my head (as oppose to amongst the trees) and fatigueing me.
Back onto the road, and across a gate, we found ourselves in a large feild. I felt really refreshed at this point, and we discussed how each location had an effect like that; sound, atmosphere, surroundings, ideas all seemed to completly change the way things 'felt'.
Once we had passed through a gate, we could see the houses of the village. Up until this point we had been entirely lost, unable to work out where we were or why we were there. We walked down the streets of the village, giggling as we passed the tape we had left about.
Home again, and tubula bells was back on. However, this time it only seemed to take a few minutes and it was over. We smoked what we could find, eratically changing between rooms. One moment we would be paddling in the bath, the next we would be cramped under the stairs.
After tubula bells had played through about a third time, we decided it was time to aquire more pot. By consequence, we dressed (in random clothing) and put on random footwear to head to friend 2's house where our pot plant is located. He made us stay on the road whilst he ripped- as he described it- a handful of pot off the plant. During this period, friend 1 and I found ourselves the company of a cat, which I became convinced I could communicate with. Looking back, it seemed as though I genuinly could; it was acting on my thoughts, words and actions and acting strangely, half between hunting and petting.
Finally back at home once more, we put some Modest Mouse on, ate pizza and smoked a few more Js. I clammbered into the murky bath and grabbed a dressing gown before curling up on the sofa. The floor had a small pot plant in the middle, incense sticks in it's pot. It was surrounded by drug paraphanalia, penguin wrappers, mugs, plates and 2 teddy bears we had been 'talking to' at a period that I can not pin down time wise. I grabbed a teddy bear and snuggled up in my dovet on the sofa. We steadly relaxed in sleeping bags, and I headed up stairs before drifting off to sleep.
Anyway, that was last night. I realise that was epically long, but it was satisfying to record (what I can currently rememeber of) an incredible night. Hope you managed to read it all
Edited by mansevern (10/30/07 02:38 PM)
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