This is the first trip report I have written covering my third and latest trip. Like all stories I feel I should start at the beginning but it is rather hard to locate. We dosed at around 11pm, my friend S and I. They were his mushrooms but he had bought them from me over a month ago and hadn’t had a chance to take them until this time. We each took approximately 2.5g. My previous trips had been on as low as 1g to as high as 5 so I wasn’t exceptionally nervous taken this dosage. Mine were powdered left in cranberry juice for about a half-hour before drinking while his were eaten straight.
I began feeling the first effects much sooner then he, given the chosen method of ingestion. The first tingles indicating the fantastic journey to come began to creep up my spine within 15 minutes of my dosing. I checked with S to see if he was feeling anything and he answered no, but I could see from the black marbles in his eyes that something was happening. I shot up and walked around and realized how much brighter the lights had gotten and began to giggle. I quizzed my sober friend N, sitting us only because of his lack of mushrooms for himself, as to the size of my pupils. As we spoke and he informed me that my pupils had taken charge over the rest of my eyes, I looked into his eyes and his pupils grew and began to shimmer and squirm. This sent me to reminisce about The Simpsons episode in which Homer licks the frogs and their pupils do the same. I began laughing hysterically and S joined in for no apparent reason; the trip had begun. At this point all chronology will have to be suspect; yet I think I came fairly close to the actual order of events. N decided it was time to play a game. It was decided on poker and so S and I came over to the table where N was setting up the cards. He began to deal them out but soon he realized S and I were in no shape to play; S was continually getting up spinning around and sitting down and I was staring at the incredibly entrancing weave and hues of my jeans. N began to throw the cards at us one by one and we had no idea what to do. It seemed he was never going to run out of cards but after much thought into the predicament I realized I could get up and walk away. Of course by that time he was pretty much out of cards, but I did it anyway.
This is when the real fun started, at least for me. N took S somewhere to sample some red wine he had recently purchased in France, leaving me to my own devices. I turned out the lights and went under some blankets on the couch and popped in my headphones. Playing on my Zune was The Disco Biscuits “Uncivilized Area”. What happened next is incredibly hard to describe. At first, I felt as if I was in a circus of light, being toured around by the sounds of the lead guitar. The guitar became personified and was pointing out to me all the different sounds and lights within the circus. I opened my eyes, still under the blanket, yet now there was a little light streaming through the strange designs on the blanket and all of a sudden I was in a crystal cathedral at night listening to this holy music. I began to realize many things about the world and my existence, answering many questions I had recently been asking myself, however I have since forgotten many of those breakthroughs. The music then took on a darker tone and my cathedral shattered. The spires and arches rearranging themselves into a giant face with a huge grin that then began to oscillate and became a 3D image. It opened its mouth and swallowed me whole and I forgot myself.
My friends returned and brought with them laughter and chatter, which brought me back to reality, still in awe. The trip seemed to be coming to a close but I realized it had only about 30 minutes and I was tripping fairly hard. S, N, and I talked for a while and watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3, which is damn trippy if you haven't seen it. However this was too much for S who was only tripping for his second time and on more than twice his first dose. He began to babble on and on about how he was freaking out, was so cold, and thought he was just part of painting. I, being more comfortable with the psychedelic experience and knowing more of what to expect tried to calm him down yet he would not stop talking long enough to listen. N and I got quite annoyed yet we both had sympathy for him because we had both been where he had to some degree. N, however, decided he couldn’t take S’s incessant talking and decided to go to bed. I was starting to come down, only minor hallucinations and a mild body load remained yet S still seemed to be tripping hard so I stayed up with him until his incoherent babbling got on my last nerve and I decided to go to sleep also. S insisted that he just needed someone to listen to him while he talked and so I humored him by staying up a bit longer watching Futurama, wondering aloud with him about what the future will really be like.
I woke up the next morning feeling quite tired but also feeling an aura of insight and peacefulness. I thought about how different this trip had been from my others and realized it was a newfound comfort and familiarity with the psychedelic experience that was responsible. I felt that this was a useful trip for that reason, although I forgot the answers to the questions I had gone into it wanting answers to.
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Yeah, the citric acid really kicks it into speed-mode doesn't it? I did lemon juice with my wife last time, and it was surprisingly quick.
Sounds like you're a good friend, btw. There's a lot of people who wouldn't take care of their (annoying) buddies like that.
Sounds like he did alright for a second-timer, though. He'll get used to it
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