Sprinklervibes
Bluelighter
The day before attending this festival, I made an "extraction" out of the mushrooms. I had bought 35gram wet mushrooms and cut them in small slices. Then I put them in half a litre of grapefruit juice. Interesting to note is that the blue spots on the mushrooms dissapeared in a matter of minutes.
The festival was "graspop metal meeting", with, you guessed it, mainly metal, rock and hardcore. Pretty varied for a metal fan, but to an outsider, it's all metal.
It was my fourth year going, and the two years before that I had sworn to myself that I would never go again. The music is just not varied enough to keep me intrested for 3 days. But When I saw the bands that were coming, I was doomed to go as usual. This year however, I brought my MP3 player loaded with all kinds of techno and electronical music and portable speakers.
I had brought weed, hash, an abundancy of alcohol(at least for my taste): 12 cans of beer and a bottle of jenever, and the mushroom drink.
Something compelled me about doing mushrooms at a metal festival. Probably because it's the most wrong place out of all places to trip. But the vibes were good. Much less stereotypical closeminded-looking metal folk than I remember from past years. A lot less black clothes.
Fastforward to day 2 at the festival
It was 2 in the noon when I ingested half of the drink. I drank half because I never tried an extract before, and I usually feel the first effects of mushrooms by the time I'm done chewing them. Also because I didn't want to have a strong trip. Not at a metal festival.
I took them because I wanted to have fun. I lacked the respect I normally have for psychedelic experiences. Thinking it wouldn't be too strong, I downed half of the bottle. The chunks that were floating in it were disgusting to swallow.
We sat around at the tent for half an hour. First effects were felt around 30 minutes, the typical feeling of not being comfortable in my body. Like it was a burden, to drag these flesh and bones around, to control it and keep it happy.
I was not giggly when coming up unlike with higher dosed trips. I was serious and conversation was nice.
We go to the festival. There was nothing much we wanted to see that afternoon, only "In Flames" (kickass).
We go and wait, next to the PA(the thing in the middle of the field, where they control the sound going trough the main speakers). It was hot, very HOT.
There was no place to hide from the sun at the main stage. So we stay where we are. I'm getting very hot, and not liking it. I'm feeling light headed, starting to freak out. WHY ISN'T THERE ANY FUCKING SHADOW. A thoughtloop that keeps going back to how hot I feel, makes me feel sick. I go sit down against the side of the PA. Still in the sun. I start feeling like a puddle of liquid flesh.
The band has been playing for a while, and it doesn't make much sense. It sounds very distorted and crappy. I don't understand what's going on. I get weird looks from people. I decide to go to the toilets to cool off. When I stand up, I get the normal blank vision as usual when I get up after sitting for a while(I have low blood pressure). But now, my vision stays bright white for a long while. When I start to see some outlines, I decide to move in the general direction of the toilets. I should've asked a friend to guide me. I stumble over person after person after person that's sitting down. This sucks, I can't seem to get where I want without falling over every few metres. I still only see white with a few outlines. As soon as I make it to a toilet, I black out for a while. Why did I do this again? To have fun. Riiight. Oh I'm enjoying myself, really.
There is a mocking tone to the voice inside me. I'm really addicted to getting fucked up. I should be ashamed. Stop taking psychs to get fucked up. I take a long and intense shit. I leave the toilet, drenched in sweat. After refreshing myself and drinking some tap water, I feel a lot better. I go back to where my friends were and I start enjoying the show. After the toilet experience, I feel pleasantly stoned.
The rest of the trip was quite euphoric. I had some conversations with random drunk people. I rolled a joint for a drunk and I light it. This was better hash than I ever smoked in my life. It kicked the trip up a notch or two. I felt intellectual like I always do on psychedelics, but still able to communicate my thoughts into words unlike most mushroom experiences. I finished the high around 6 with delicous cooled beer, french fries with mayonaise(note: these fries are called french, from the word "to french", they originate from Belgium not France :D ) and more weed. The rest of the evening and night, I was quite energetic. I also didn't get any backpain, which I always get at festivals after standing still for half an hour or so.
Trip was all in all succesfull, but I got an asswhoop that was physically so intense that I'll think twice about doing this again, next time I'm looking to simply have fun 8) .. It could've been the crazy heat, but I'm not taking any chances
I'd also like to note that the third day of the festival, the remaining juice turned completely blue/black. Any idea what could've caused this?
The festival was "graspop metal meeting", with, you guessed it, mainly metal, rock and hardcore. Pretty varied for a metal fan, but to an outsider, it's all metal.
It was my fourth year going, and the two years before that I had sworn to myself that I would never go again. The music is just not varied enough to keep me intrested for 3 days. But When I saw the bands that were coming, I was doomed to go as usual. This year however, I brought my MP3 player loaded with all kinds of techno and electronical music and portable speakers.
I had brought weed, hash, an abundancy of alcohol(at least for my taste): 12 cans of beer and a bottle of jenever, and the mushroom drink.
Something compelled me about doing mushrooms at a metal festival. Probably because it's the most wrong place out of all places to trip. But the vibes were good. Much less stereotypical closeminded-looking metal folk than I remember from past years. A lot less black clothes.
Fastforward to day 2 at the festival
It was 2 in the noon when I ingested half of the drink. I drank half because I never tried an extract before, and I usually feel the first effects of mushrooms by the time I'm done chewing them. Also because I didn't want to have a strong trip. Not at a metal festival.
I took them because I wanted to have fun. I lacked the respect I normally have for psychedelic experiences. Thinking it wouldn't be too strong, I downed half of the bottle. The chunks that were floating in it were disgusting to swallow.
We sat around at the tent for half an hour. First effects were felt around 30 minutes, the typical feeling of not being comfortable in my body. Like it was a burden, to drag these flesh and bones around, to control it and keep it happy.
I was not giggly when coming up unlike with higher dosed trips. I was serious and conversation was nice.
We go to the festival. There was nothing much we wanted to see that afternoon, only "In Flames" (kickass).
We go and wait, next to the PA(the thing in the middle of the field, where they control the sound going trough the main speakers). It was hot, very HOT.
There was no place to hide from the sun at the main stage. So we stay where we are. I'm getting very hot, and not liking it. I'm feeling light headed, starting to freak out. WHY ISN'T THERE ANY FUCKING SHADOW. A thoughtloop that keeps going back to how hot I feel, makes me feel sick. I go sit down against the side of the PA. Still in the sun. I start feeling like a puddle of liquid flesh.
The band has been playing for a while, and it doesn't make much sense. It sounds very distorted and crappy. I don't understand what's going on. I get weird looks from people. I decide to go to the toilets to cool off. When I stand up, I get the normal blank vision as usual when I get up after sitting for a while(I have low blood pressure). But now, my vision stays bright white for a long while. When I start to see some outlines, I decide to move in the general direction of the toilets. I should've asked a friend to guide me. I stumble over person after person after person that's sitting down. This sucks, I can't seem to get where I want without falling over every few metres. I still only see white with a few outlines. As soon as I make it to a toilet, I black out for a while. Why did I do this again? To have fun. Riiight. Oh I'm enjoying myself, really.
There is a mocking tone to the voice inside me. I'm really addicted to getting fucked up. I should be ashamed. Stop taking psychs to get fucked up. I take a long and intense shit. I leave the toilet, drenched in sweat. After refreshing myself and drinking some tap water, I feel a lot better. I go back to where my friends were and I start enjoying the show. After the toilet experience, I feel pleasantly stoned.
The rest of the trip was quite euphoric. I had some conversations with random drunk people. I rolled a joint for a drunk and I light it. This was better hash than I ever smoked in my life. It kicked the trip up a notch or two. I felt intellectual like I always do on psychedelics, but still able to communicate my thoughts into words unlike most mushroom experiences. I finished the high around 6 with delicous cooled beer, french fries with mayonaise(note: these fries are called french, from the word "to french", they originate from Belgium not France :D ) and more weed. The rest of the evening and night, I was quite energetic. I also didn't get any backpain, which I always get at festivals after standing still for half an hour or so.
Trip was all in all succesfull, but I got an asswhoop that was physically so intense that I'll think twice about doing this again, next time I'm looking to simply have fun 8) .. It could've been the crazy heat, but I'm not taking any chances
I'd also like to note that the third day of the festival, the remaining juice turned completely blue/black. Any idea what could've caused this?
