Samson gets me lifted
Bluelighter
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First crazy shroom trip
I had wanted to try shrooms for a while, but they were difficult for me to find. My buddy had told me all of the different things to expect from when he used to do them, so not only was I excited but somewhat prepared for what to expect. After looking desperatly for weeks to find them, I gave up. Luckily I was at a party on a friday night and the guy who was throwing it asked me if I wanted to buy a 1/4 of shrooms that his brother had given him to sell. Needless to say I jumped on the opportunity.
I did them up the next night, I was with 2 friends, who decided to stay sober and laugh at me. We walked down to McDonalds where I brought them in the bathroom and just threw a few in my mouth, figuring it was about a gram or 2, which was a good ammount to start with. After I chewed them I looked down and noticed that more then half the bag was missing, and realised that I took about 4 grams. I really didnt care, I was just a little worried, but my buddy told me how to handle a bad trip so I wasn't too upset. We went in the restaurant to eat, and after about 10 minutes I could feel my stomach start to rumble a little bit, then I got a nice little head buzz followed by an all around body buzz. I really liked the buzz it gave me, it was something not to different from weed, but more intense and less of a cloudy head.
We started to walk back to my buddy's house when it started to get stronger. It was just coming on and was tons of fun at this point. When we got to my buddy's house I really started to trip. I got so confused, I had no fucken clue what was going on. The walls would go completly blurry, and then they would start to breathe, and then melt towards the floor. When I continued to look at them the walls and the roof met and curved together, it was really neat but it made my sick if I stared at it. The trip kept going from really good and everything is funny, to really bad feel sick, scariness. It was soooo good at times, and then it would be so bad. My friend kept calling my name, saying that he didnt like me when I was on them, he said they made me too quiet, but I was soo fucked I felt it hard to talk. The idea of coming up with words to express yourself seemed like such a chore.
My friend threw a peanut at me to try to get my attention and a trail followed the peanut in the air. It was like a whole array of peanuts that I could see floating threw the air, and it remained there for like 10 seconds after. Another friend came over, and this cheered me up a lot cause I was feeling lonely and scared. He came in and it made me feel so good to see him, it was like every time one of them smiled or got excited it excited me, like any positive energy I could feel and any negative energy as well. The body buzz is soo hard to explain, it resembled being high, being drunk, rolling, and it had it's own unique attributes aswell.
After staying there for about an hour, me and my buddy went back to my house to sleep. On the way home it was somewhat cold out, but it felt soooo cold to me. I thought I was going to freeze to death. I put my hands in my mouth to warm them up but when I did that I got this idea that I was ripping my face apart, so I pulled them out quickly. When I got home I felt so confused and scared. There was no covers in the basement and my buddy asked me to go upstairs and get some. I couldn't really talk, I managed to communicate to him that I didn't know where they were cause I cant think, and he was getting pissed off. I kept walking around in a circle trying to figure something out, I dont know what thou. My friend put on some music and I couldn't hear it at all, I could see it. All of the beats formed there own unique patterns, and I could taste the music as well. It was soo fucken weird. It was at this point where I got even worse.
I forgot who I was, I knew nothing. I felt like I was being reborn into the world, like I was a baby who knew nothing and the world was a new place to him. I also figured out what I thought was the meaning of life, I understood it perfectly at the time but I don't fully understand it now. It was just to be, just be, just live and be, nothing that happens matters, just be.
I knew that I had the urge to sleep so I lied down and tried to go to bed, despite stomach pains. I woke up in the middle of the night trying to breathe. I had to really focus on breathing, it didnt come natural now. I was a little more with it, and I told myself that it was just the shrooms fucking with my head. I remember concentrating on breathing, scared I was dying for at least 10 minutes, then I must have just fell asleep. All in all it was a crazy fucking experience, I plan to eventually do them again, but not half as much this time.
I had wanted to try shrooms for a while, but they were difficult for me to find. My buddy had told me all of the different things to expect from when he used to do them, so not only was I excited but somewhat prepared for what to expect. After looking desperatly for weeks to find them, I gave up. Luckily I was at a party on a friday night and the guy who was throwing it asked me if I wanted to buy a 1/4 of shrooms that his brother had given him to sell. Needless to say I jumped on the opportunity.
I did them up the next night, I was with 2 friends, who decided to stay sober and laugh at me. We walked down to McDonalds where I brought them in the bathroom and just threw a few in my mouth, figuring it was about a gram or 2, which was a good ammount to start with. After I chewed them I looked down and noticed that more then half the bag was missing, and realised that I took about 4 grams. I really didnt care, I was just a little worried, but my buddy told me how to handle a bad trip so I wasn't too upset. We went in the restaurant to eat, and after about 10 minutes I could feel my stomach start to rumble a little bit, then I got a nice little head buzz followed by an all around body buzz. I really liked the buzz it gave me, it was something not to different from weed, but more intense and less of a cloudy head.
We started to walk back to my buddy's house when it started to get stronger. It was just coming on and was tons of fun at this point. When we got to my buddy's house I really started to trip. I got so confused, I had no fucken clue what was going on. The walls would go completly blurry, and then they would start to breathe, and then melt towards the floor. When I continued to look at them the walls and the roof met and curved together, it was really neat but it made my sick if I stared at it. The trip kept going from really good and everything is funny, to really bad feel sick, scariness. It was soooo good at times, and then it would be so bad. My friend kept calling my name, saying that he didnt like me when I was on them, he said they made me too quiet, but I was soo fucked I felt it hard to talk. The idea of coming up with words to express yourself seemed like such a chore.
My friend threw a peanut at me to try to get my attention and a trail followed the peanut in the air. It was like a whole array of peanuts that I could see floating threw the air, and it remained there for like 10 seconds after. Another friend came over, and this cheered me up a lot cause I was feeling lonely and scared. He came in and it made me feel so good to see him, it was like every time one of them smiled or got excited it excited me, like any positive energy I could feel and any negative energy as well. The body buzz is soo hard to explain, it resembled being high, being drunk, rolling, and it had it's own unique attributes aswell.
After staying there for about an hour, me and my buddy went back to my house to sleep. On the way home it was somewhat cold out, but it felt soooo cold to me. I thought I was going to freeze to death. I put my hands in my mouth to warm them up but when I did that I got this idea that I was ripping my face apart, so I pulled them out quickly. When I got home I felt so confused and scared. There was no covers in the basement and my buddy asked me to go upstairs and get some. I couldn't really talk, I managed to communicate to him that I didn't know where they were cause I cant think, and he was getting pissed off. I kept walking around in a circle trying to figure something out, I dont know what thou. My friend put on some music and I couldn't hear it at all, I could see it. All of the beats formed there own unique patterns, and I could taste the music as well. It was soo fucken weird. It was at this point where I got even worse.
I forgot who I was, I knew nothing. I felt like I was being reborn into the world, like I was a baby who knew nothing and the world was a new place to him. I also figured out what I thought was the meaning of life, I understood it perfectly at the time but I don't fully understand it now. It was just to be, just be, just live and be, nothing that happens matters, just be.
I knew that I had the urge to sleep so I lied down and tried to go to bed, despite stomach pains. I woke up in the middle of the night trying to breathe. I had to really focus on breathing, it didnt come natural now. I was a little more with it, and I told myself that it was just the shrooms fucking with my head. I remember concentrating on breathing, scared I was dying for at least 10 minutes, then I must have just fell asleep. All in all it was a crazy fucking experience, I plan to eventually do them again, but not half as much this time.
