I like to push the limits sometimes. And sometimes I cross the line in reference to amount taken to keep sanity. Sometimes its just a minor step, other times it is a launch across...
This took place 3 days ago on Thursday, May 11th. College had let out and I had planned a camping trip at a remote pond. My two close friends V and P were to go. We started getting ready around 5pm, gathering lots of supplies and making two trips to the place by ATV with a trailor attached. We had everything we needed; music, comfortable sleeping gear, firewood, flashlights, good chairs, substance collection, etc. Due to a bear scare last campout, I brought a .357 snub nose and 2- 5rd speed loaders. I left the gun unloaded and secured in the back of the quad.
We got settled down around 7:30. The sky was getting dark grey. The weather report said 40% chance of showers and thunderstorms, but from my interpretation of the doppler radar in motion it looked like it would miss by a tiny amount...
We started a small fire and each cracked open a beer. We were here to celebrate the end of a long hard semester, which I did poorly at. We stare at the warm fire as the sun begins to set. Then V takes out the miprocin. I am pretty sure this is the same stuff that was sold to me as psilocin before. We each take a 28mg capsule at 8:30. I had some hesitation because that is a higher dose, but I've done high doses of stuff before and figured some tolerance stuck around. We put a trance CD on repeat, and put the volume real low.
As slowly as the daylight fades, the stuff gradually kicks in. At 9pm I feel pretty tense and shaky but alright. I have another beer rather quickly to reduce this tension. It works but hurts my stomach. V and P seem to be having some stomach issues as well. We smoke a bowl to try and help it. It works slightly, and man does the trip start to take off. I felt +1.5 before the bowl, and 15 minutes later I was at a +3. Overwhelming visuals and strange sound distortion took over. The body buzz was electric but almost "trying" to be soothing. Then it starts pouring steady rain and thundering some. We put on rain jackets we brought in preparation for this.
"Oh man guys I don't know about this" P says. In our fragile minds, him saying that didn't help stuff. I was really tripping fucking hard. I started to hear voices and see things. The voices weren't clear, just distant deep chanting. I would see blobs of red appearing and disapearing in darker areas of the woods. Then the blobs would stay and move around like ghosts. I knew it was visuals but I was scared. My mind was very vulnerable and becoming irrational. The lightning flashes in the sky were mind blowing and ominous.
Then V walks away from the fire without saying anything. I figure he is going to pee. There wasn't any conversation going on at all and we were silent mostly since it kicked in. After what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably less, I say to P, "lets see where V is". We get up and I grab the flashlight. Getting up was so weird. I felt like I was only 3 feet tall and the fire was 5 feet across. Concepts keep flashing in my head that couldn't be put into words but went something like "flashlight, strange device man made" "fire-strange chemical reaction". The rain died down some. My head was soaked because wearing the hood limited my peripheral vision and I didn't like that.
We do a scan in about a 100 feet circle, walking around. I get nervous being away from the fire. Everything was getting very weird but being by the fire felt closest to home as I could. I yell "V! come here." Me and P walk back to the fire and throw a bunch of wood on the fire. A little too much wood because sparks fly all around and get close the tent. My idea was that if he got lost he could see the fire better. I kept seeing those red blobs fly up close and at the same time I'd hear strange garbled words that sounded like they were coming from some evil voice.
Then it turns bad. It feels like its been an hour and V is still gone. I start to remember the last campout where we were scared by what was most likely a bear. I go to the quad and get the gun, then load it. I know that this is against my better judgement because I am tripping my ass off, but I still feel my rationality is in place, even though it is getting distorted with negative feelings intensifying. I stick it in my pocket.
P flips out. "Where the fuck, what the f-fuck happened to V!!??" he yelled at the top of his lungs and gets off his chair. I feel a surge of adrenaline and by some primal reaction jump off the chair when he yells. I am too jolted to respond in a way that would calm him down. I begin to fear for our lives. Horrible images fly through my head about what could have happened to him. Guts and a bear eating my friend. V running around lost killing himself by running into trees. I feel a strong urge to break down and scream and cry. I resist this, knowing that doing so would hinder our very chances of survival. Thunder roars again and the rain picks up.
I begin to see waves of visuals, as if many transparent sheets painted with all kinds of crazy designs were moving and melting in front of me. Seeing this felt like the end of the world was near. The crackles of the fire sparked small microscopic explosions in my brain with the strange sound. P sat down and put his face in his hands, not making any noise. The quiet helped the hugely intense adrenaline rush to calm some degree. The trance was barely audible but it had a slightly calming effect too.
"Ok... listen man, this isn't our fault. We should sit here and wait for him. Going out in the woods is dangerous because we might get lost.." I manage to say.
"But he's out there! You have a gun and we have the ability to find him! We aren't losing our minds yet!"
A conflict erupts in my brain. He had a hell of a point and I don't know what the fuck to do. The word "yet" echoed. I look at the time and can barely see or understand it, but after a minute of choppy thinking realize it has only been 90 minutes since we took the stuff. I become panicked to think that it could get much more intense. I throw up, out of nervousness mostly.
I put some wood on the fire and decide to take another walk around. I tell P to stick by my side and I point out and try to explain the route we will take. We begin to walk in a straight line away from the fire until the fire's light can barely be seen. Then we walk in a way that we try to circle the fire. The woods are creepy and I still see heavy visuals going very strong. P's face melts and distorts when I look over at him. I try to ignore this and keep moving, pointing the flashlight trying to see a sign of V. P holds my arm sometimes due to fear.
After a huge circle that took us right to our peak, we head back. I feel like the world is crumbling down around me. Voices are constantly speaking in my head. Sometimes I can hear what they say and its always negative words like "dead, cut, kill, shoot". I lose the feeling of who I am a great deal but adrenaline keeps me able to function and think somewhat. If it wasn't for the stressful situation I believe this dose would have caused me full ego loss. The cold rain soaks into my brain through my hair and skull.
We sit down in the chairs with desperate feelings all over us. Then I hear something walking in the woods. P looked at me like a crazy frightened animal. I crouch down and sneak over to the tent for cover, P follows. I sit up and shine my flashlight quickly. Bright greenish eyes stare back in the distance. I make out the shape of a racoon. It stares at me as it slowly begins to walk the other way.
"P... lets go have a beer and lay in the tent. This is out of our hands". "Ok.."
We get the beer and zip open the tent. Fucking V stares up at me like hes going to kill me! He pulls up his arm in a fist and all I can focus on is those huge eyes of his. "V!! V! calm down we were looking all over for you what the fuck!?" He lowers his fist and lays back. Relief washes over me like some kind of strange orgasm. P laughs nervously. "Man I got a story to tell you guys" V says in a drunken-like distorted voice.
We have a few beers in the tent and talk about our trips. There wasn't anything good said except for finding V. According to V, he went to piss then got in the tent. As the drug intensified he became extremely irrationaly paranoid and slowly begin to think we were planning to kill him from what he heard us say. V is normally a paranoid guy and this drug dug right into that part of his brain and made it very active.
I unload the gun and set it aside. We have a great time talking and drinking down the beer as the trip begins to fade out. Soon, it becomes light out and we feel tired and strung out. We all pop 25mg ambien and fade out to sleep in a barely memorable laughing drunken like state. We wake up around 3pm friday.
This trip gave me some confidence about future trips. I was able to maintain some level of sanity due to the frighening situation even on top of a massive (for me) dose. Part of this trip literally felt life-or-death, meaning if I let my thinking go off in the ways it wanted to go, I'd be eaten by a bear or killed somehow. I am still a little shook up about it though. It has been imprinted strongly in my memory. I highly recommend no one trip with guns around in most situations. I don't regret it and would rather risk it due to the fact that bears and wild animals are around, as well as crazy people (besides us trippers i mean). I recommend taking it easy with the dose as well. If one of us snapped and freaked out it would have been very difficult to control in those woods..
I hope someone can learn or relate to this trip somehow.
Peace,
Hiss
substancecode_4homipt
This took place 3 days ago on Thursday, May 11th. College had let out and I had planned a camping trip at a remote pond. My two close friends V and P were to go. We started getting ready around 5pm, gathering lots of supplies and making two trips to the place by ATV with a trailor attached. We had everything we needed; music, comfortable sleeping gear, firewood, flashlights, good chairs, substance collection, etc. Due to a bear scare last campout, I brought a .357 snub nose and 2- 5rd speed loaders. I left the gun unloaded and secured in the back of the quad.
We got settled down around 7:30. The sky was getting dark grey. The weather report said 40% chance of showers and thunderstorms, but from my interpretation of the doppler radar in motion it looked like it would miss by a tiny amount...
We started a small fire and each cracked open a beer. We were here to celebrate the end of a long hard semester, which I did poorly at. We stare at the warm fire as the sun begins to set. Then V takes out the miprocin. I am pretty sure this is the same stuff that was sold to me as psilocin before. We each take a 28mg capsule at 8:30. I had some hesitation because that is a higher dose, but I've done high doses of stuff before and figured some tolerance stuck around. We put a trance CD on repeat, and put the volume real low.
As slowly as the daylight fades, the stuff gradually kicks in. At 9pm I feel pretty tense and shaky but alright. I have another beer rather quickly to reduce this tension. It works but hurts my stomach. V and P seem to be having some stomach issues as well. We smoke a bowl to try and help it. It works slightly, and man does the trip start to take off. I felt +1.5 before the bowl, and 15 minutes later I was at a +3. Overwhelming visuals and strange sound distortion took over. The body buzz was electric but almost "trying" to be soothing. Then it starts pouring steady rain and thundering some. We put on rain jackets we brought in preparation for this.
"Oh man guys I don't know about this" P says. In our fragile minds, him saying that didn't help stuff. I was really tripping fucking hard. I started to hear voices and see things. The voices weren't clear, just distant deep chanting. I would see blobs of red appearing and disapearing in darker areas of the woods. Then the blobs would stay and move around like ghosts. I knew it was visuals but I was scared. My mind was very vulnerable and becoming irrational. The lightning flashes in the sky were mind blowing and ominous.
Then V walks away from the fire without saying anything. I figure he is going to pee. There wasn't any conversation going on at all and we were silent mostly since it kicked in. After what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably less, I say to P, "lets see where V is". We get up and I grab the flashlight. Getting up was so weird. I felt like I was only 3 feet tall and the fire was 5 feet across. Concepts keep flashing in my head that couldn't be put into words but went something like "flashlight, strange device man made" "fire-strange chemical reaction". The rain died down some. My head was soaked because wearing the hood limited my peripheral vision and I didn't like that.
We do a scan in about a 100 feet circle, walking around. I get nervous being away from the fire. Everything was getting very weird but being by the fire felt closest to home as I could. I yell "V! come here." Me and P walk back to the fire and throw a bunch of wood on the fire. A little too much wood because sparks fly all around and get close the tent. My idea was that if he got lost he could see the fire better. I kept seeing those red blobs fly up close and at the same time I'd hear strange garbled words that sounded like they were coming from some evil voice.
Then it turns bad. It feels like its been an hour and V is still gone. I start to remember the last campout where we were scared by what was most likely a bear. I go to the quad and get the gun, then load it. I know that this is against my better judgement because I am tripping my ass off, but I still feel my rationality is in place, even though it is getting distorted with negative feelings intensifying. I stick it in my pocket.
P flips out. "Where the fuck, what the f-fuck happened to V!!??" he yelled at the top of his lungs and gets off his chair. I feel a surge of adrenaline and by some primal reaction jump off the chair when he yells. I am too jolted to respond in a way that would calm him down. I begin to fear for our lives. Horrible images fly through my head about what could have happened to him. Guts and a bear eating my friend. V running around lost killing himself by running into trees. I feel a strong urge to break down and scream and cry. I resist this, knowing that doing so would hinder our very chances of survival. Thunder roars again and the rain picks up.
I begin to see waves of visuals, as if many transparent sheets painted with all kinds of crazy designs were moving and melting in front of me. Seeing this felt like the end of the world was near. The crackles of the fire sparked small microscopic explosions in my brain with the strange sound. P sat down and put his face in his hands, not making any noise. The quiet helped the hugely intense adrenaline rush to calm some degree. The trance was barely audible but it had a slightly calming effect too.
"Ok... listen man, this isn't our fault. We should sit here and wait for him. Going out in the woods is dangerous because we might get lost.." I manage to say.
"But he's out there! You have a gun and we have the ability to find him! We aren't losing our minds yet!"
A conflict erupts in my brain. He had a hell of a point and I don't know what the fuck to do. The word "yet" echoed. I look at the time and can barely see or understand it, but after a minute of choppy thinking realize it has only been 90 minutes since we took the stuff. I become panicked to think that it could get much more intense. I throw up, out of nervousness mostly.
I put some wood on the fire and decide to take another walk around. I tell P to stick by my side and I point out and try to explain the route we will take. We begin to walk in a straight line away from the fire until the fire's light can barely be seen. Then we walk in a way that we try to circle the fire. The woods are creepy and I still see heavy visuals going very strong. P's face melts and distorts when I look over at him. I try to ignore this and keep moving, pointing the flashlight trying to see a sign of V. P holds my arm sometimes due to fear.
After a huge circle that took us right to our peak, we head back. I feel like the world is crumbling down around me. Voices are constantly speaking in my head. Sometimes I can hear what they say and its always negative words like "dead, cut, kill, shoot". I lose the feeling of who I am a great deal but adrenaline keeps me able to function and think somewhat. If it wasn't for the stressful situation I believe this dose would have caused me full ego loss. The cold rain soaks into my brain through my hair and skull.
We sit down in the chairs with desperate feelings all over us. Then I hear something walking in the woods. P looked at me like a crazy frightened animal. I crouch down and sneak over to the tent for cover, P follows. I sit up and shine my flashlight quickly. Bright greenish eyes stare back in the distance. I make out the shape of a racoon. It stares at me as it slowly begins to walk the other way.
"P... lets go have a beer and lay in the tent. This is out of our hands". "Ok.."
We get the beer and zip open the tent. Fucking V stares up at me like hes going to kill me! He pulls up his arm in a fist and all I can focus on is those huge eyes of his. "V!! V! calm down we were looking all over for you what the fuck!?" He lowers his fist and lays back. Relief washes over me like some kind of strange orgasm. P laughs nervously. "Man I got a story to tell you guys" V says in a drunken-like distorted voice.
We have a few beers in the tent and talk about our trips. There wasn't anything good said except for finding V. According to V, he went to piss then got in the tent. As the drug intensified he became extremely irrationaly paranoid and slowly begin to think we were planning to kill him from what he heard us say. V is normally a paranoid guy and this drug dug right into that part of his brain and made it very active.
I unload the gun and set it aside. We have a great time talking and drinking down the beer as the trip begins to fade out. Soon, it becomes light out and we feel tired and strung out. We all pop 25mg ambien and fade out to sleep in a barely memorable laughing drunken like state. We wake up around 3pm friday.
This trip gave me some confidence about future trips. I was able to maintain some level of sanity due to the frighening situation even on top of a massive (for me) dose. Part of this trip literally felt life-or-death, meaning if I let my thinking go off in the ways it wanted to go, I'd be eaten by a bear or killed somehow. I am still a little shook up about it though. It has been imprinted strongly in my memory. I highly recommend no one trip with guns around in most situations. I don't regret it and would rather risk it due to the fact that bears and wild animals are around, as well as crazy people (besides us trippers i mean). I recommend taking it easy with the dose as well. If one of us snapped and freaked out it would have been very difficult to control in those woods..
I hope someone can learn or relate to this trip somehow.
Peace,
Hiss
substancecode_4homipt
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