Good thread, finally got me to register! Hah
I wanted to share a thought loop from my very first experience with any psychedelic.
Myself and five friends acquired a half of ounce of some of the best mushrooms I've ever had the pleasure of taking, I'm pretty sure they were grown by a local guy. At any rate, there were potent enough for us to split evenly and have a good time, and of course, open the mind to this brave new world I was going to be seeing for the first time. I'd done probably two or three years of research on Erowid and other related websites, and had been searching for LSD/mushrooms for nearly as long without any luck (I was a dumb teenagers with no connects for anything but crappy weed at the time).
Anyway, the setting was my friends parent's house. His parents were out of town for the weekend, and the house was located way out in the woods (his drive way was nearly a mile long, and we'd blocked it off with a truck so no one could roll up on us throughout the night xD).
Okay, enough foreplay, here is the first loop I found myself caught in:
For some reason, three or four of us were eating popcorn in the bathroom. Don't ask me why, I can't remember....IIRC I had wondered in there and found them eating a bag of popcorn, I certainly don't remember having any part in making that bag of popcorn.
Anyway, the guy that lived at the house liked to go out on the roof and smoke pot, it was like a past time at his house and I assume he started doing this because his father was a retired state trooper and that's the only way he could get away with it. Anyway, he decides its a good idea to go out on the roof...in the middle of his trip. The rest of us knew this was a bad idea, but he wouldn't listen, so he steps out on the roof, and in my mind it looks like he's stepping off the edge of the world as he walks out into nothingness.
This scared me (understandable), I was in fear of my friends life. So I bolt down the stairs to find my way outside and hopefully talk him down. When I get to the bottom of the stairs I forget why I had gone down. I turn around, get about half way back up, see the bathroom window and remember "Oh shit, my friends on the roof!". Go back down the stairs, forget why I'm down stairs but don't go back up. At some point I remember he's up there and attempt to find my way outside.
Here is the second loop or perhaps an extension of the first. I wasn't _that_ familiar with this house, I'd stayed there a few times as a kid but for some reason I couldn't remember where the front or back door was (even though I was standing right beside one of them). For some reason I decide that the back door must be in the laundry room as I thought I'd past that on the way in hours before.
Well I go in that room, get lost looking for a door that isn't there, forget why I'm in there, go back to the living room, remember my friends on the roof, go back in the laundry room....this process repeats probably 5 or 6 times.
Someone came in the back door and that snapped me out of the loop. I go out the door and find my buddy laying on the roof, hugging on the eve of the house, and when I asked him to come down because "it was tripping me out" his response was "I like it up here".
I finally got him down off the roof after a funny conversation. Another story leads up to this but...about that time another friend wonders around the side of the house holding a rolled blunt in hand. He'd just spent about the last 10 minutes running around the yard because he was "on fire" (he freaked after rolling the blunt because we were poking him, ran out of the house screaming he was on fire and I reckon we all forgot about him for awhile). Anyway, he needed a lighter to light said blunt, my friend on the roof kept telling us there were matches on the porch but we didn't get it. He finally came off the roof to get these matches for us.
A funny end: When he does come down and get those matches, he takes one out to show our friend that we do indeed have fire. My friend takes one look at this unlit match, screams something about begin on fire, and once again runs off to the woods taking the blunt with him. Took us about 30 minutes to track him down and finally get the blunt lit up.
It was a fun night...no one got hurt. But man, I often wonder what would have happened to my buddy if he'd fell off the roof.