College is starting up again soon for me, so I wanted one last, big blow out of mushroomy goodness before it happened.
I'm well experienced with mushrooms, they're my trip of choice, so I procured 7.0g of some tasty looking cubensis. My friend was driving me to and from the pickup, so I immediately ate one eighth in the car, and saved the other eighth to make tea with upon my return home. His car was loud, the drive was about 40 minutes before we got back home, I told him to drop me off at the end of the street so he did not wake the rest of my household.
He dropped me off, and I started walking down the street. It's midnight now, and I see one of my neighbors is out, taking out her trash. She's a sweet old lady, retired, so I get it into my head to help her with the trash. Turns out she just got a cute little dachshund puppy to keep her company in her old age. Of course I have to go in to see it!
We start talking and playing with her puppy, and I'm there for almost 20 minutes before the floor suddenly ripples.
Hard.
Oh boy.
I try to excuse myself, and its another minute or two before I can say goodnight, she talks a lot and is so lonely.....I feel myself swaying ever so slightly, my headspace expanding, the world feeling somehow larger than it is. Quickly I say goodnight, and jog another few houses to my house. Get inside, make the tea with the other eighth, eat that.
Its about 10 minutes after that, with general progression of patterning and things shifting around, that I notice things are already melting a LOT more than I've noticed before. In fact, 30 minutes after I took my second eighth in tea, I'm tripping harder than I've ever tripped before, the colors and patterns blurring together like a rapidly flowing creek. I'm getting what appear to be fine rainbow chains, rippling with colors, outlining everything as it shifts and twists.
I excuse myself from my chatroom, to use the restroom. Elapsed time is now roughly 45 minutes after the second eighth, and maybe an hour and 45 minutes since the first eighth. I try to focus on doing my business in the bathroom, my elbows on my knees, the visuals coming so hard and fast its honestly difficult to see the bathroom around me. Colors mostly now, fluttering together, rippling and changing with my breath. The room breathes with me, expanding and contracting.
I hear the first voice here. It starts off subtly, some whispering alien language i can't understand, I can barely hear. I'm having strong auditory hallucinations as well, I'm hearing what sounds like someone pushing random keys on a keyboard, like some sort of post-modern whateverthefuck, along with a strange wooshing noise, droning in and out, like making a "WoowoowoowoowooWOOOWOOOWOOWOOOWOOOwooowooowoowooowooowoWOOWOOOWOOOOWOOOWOOOOWOOO" sort of noise.
I finish my shit, only to find I havent shit at all, and put my pants back on. The second voice starts now. Whispering and garbled. The two voices are talking to eachother. Its nonsense, I hear them saying 'words' like "Glblx. Brrblxixxxnngns." and other wierd noises.
They're talking about me. Oh fuck. Fuck me.
I run back to my computer to tell my friends that there are fucking aliens, and I can hear their transmissions, they're talking about me, theres some sort of fucking plan they're in on, Oh GOD won't someone help me!
And then it happens. Just before I hit enter to send this message, my computer encounters a fatal error, and locks up solid. No amounts of restarting worked, the cursor was frozen in the middle of the screen.
Sweet jesus they shut down my only outlet.
I'm fucking trapped.
I enter a full on panic state, hyperventilating, weeping softly, I sneak out into my house in the middle of the night, and enter our rec. room. I found my cat sleeping on the couch, and I curled up into a little ball on the floor, weeping that my cat had the couch and I could not have it now. I wedged myself between the couch and floor in the corner of the room, drew my knees up tight, and waited for them to come for me.
Some time later, I'm unsure of how long, but odds are it wasn't more than five minutes, I realize if someone catches me out here like this, it's probably going to go down worse than if the aliens got me. I entered my room again, and began to strip down. My hands compulsively grasped at myself, all over my body, squeezing and pulling hard to reaffirm that I was still in my body. I got naked except for a t shirt, and looked around me. My world is starting to glitch, like a digital video online that starts to skip. I hear the screetch of static combined with the old internet connection SCREEEE noise those old modems made every time it glitches. This is happening maybe 7 or 8 times a minute, with varying severity. The air is thick, like a rainbow soup, and I can wave my hands around in front of me and see their paths as they cut the thick air.
I realize if I go to sleep, it will all be over when I wake up. It's the mushrooms. Everything is all right.
I pulled out all my clothes from my dresser, and got my fluffy comforter, and built a nest in the middle of my floor. I crawled inside, and tossed and turned, and writhed for a good hour or so before I was exhausted enough to pass out. I believe it was about 5am at this point.
My dad woke me up at 6.15. He had walked into my room to use the bathroom, my house's bathroom is only accessible through my room, and saw my naked lower half sticking out of a giant mound of blankets and clothing. He woke me up, and asked what the hell I was doing. I was still tripping fairly hard, but thankfully the lights were off and he didn't see my eyes or my blank look of confusion. It was dark. I mumbled something about not being able to get comfortable, and crawled back into my bed with my blanket. And finally fell into a restful sleep.
All in all, I had the supertrip I was looking for, and despite the feelings of fear and panic, had a good time.
I'm well experienced with mushrooms, they're my trip of choice, so I procured 7.0g of some tasty looking cubensis. My friend was driving me to and from the pickup, so I immediately ate one eighth in the car, and saved the other eighth to make tea with upon my return home. His car was loud, the drive was about 40 minutes before we got back home, I told him to drop me off at the end of the street so he did not wake the rest of my household.
He dropped me off, and I started walking down the street. It's midnight now, and I see one of my neighbors is out, taking out her trash. She's a sweet old lady, retired, so I get it into my head to help her with the trash. Turns out she just got a cute little dachshund puppy to keep her company in her old age. Of course I have to go in to see it!
We start talking and playing with her puppy, and I'm there for almost 20 minutes before the floor suddenly ripples.
Hard.
Oh boy.
I try to excuse myself, and its another minute or two before I can say goodnight, she talks a lot and is so lonely.....I feel myself swaying ever so slightly, my headspace expanding, the world feeling somehow larger than it is. Quickly I say goodnight, and jog another few houses to my house. Get inside, make the tea with the other eighth, eat that.
Its about 10 minutes after that, with general progression of patterning and things shifting around, that I notice things are already melting a LOT more than I've noticed before. In fact, 30 minutes after I took my second eighth in tea, I'm tripping harder than I've ever tripped before, the colors and patterns blurring together like a rapidly flowing creek. I'm getting what appear to be fine rainbow chains, rippling with colors, outlining everything as it shifts and twists.
I excuse myself from my chatroom, to use the restroom. Elapsed time is now roughly 45 minutes after the second eighth, and maybe an hour and 45 minutes since the first eighth. I try to focus on doing my business in the bathroom, my elbows on my knees, the visuals coming so hard and fast its honestly difficult to see the bathroom around me. Colors mostly now, fluttering together, rippling and changing with my breath. The room breathes with me, expanding and contracting.
I hear the first voice here. It starts off subtly, some whispering alien language i can't understand, I can barely hear. I'm having strong auditory hallucinations as well, I'm hearing what sounds like someone pushing random keys on a keyboard, like some sort of post-modern whateverthefuck, along with a strange wooshing noise, droning in and out, like making a "WoowoowoowoowooWOOOWOOOWOOWOOOWOOOwooowooowoowooowooowoWOOWOOOWOOOOWOOOWOOOOWOOO" sort of noise.
I finish my shit, only to find I havent shit at all, and put my pants back on. The second voice starts now. Whispering and garbled. The two voices are talking to eachother. Its nonsense, I hear them saying 'words' like "Glblx. Brrblxixxxnngns." and other wierd noises.
They're talking about me. Oh fuck. Fuck me.
I run back to my computer to tell my friends that there are fucking aliens, and I can hear their transmissions, they're talking about me, theres some sort of fucking plan they're in on, Oh GOD won't someone help me!
And then it happens. Just before I hit enter to send this message, my computer encounters a fatal error, and locks up solid. No amounts of restarting worked, the cursor was frozen in the middle of the screen.
Sweet jesus they shut down my only outlet.
I'm fucking trapped.
I enter a full on panic state, hyperventilating, weeping softly, I sneak out into my house in the middle of the night, and enter our rec. room. I found my cat sleeping on the couch, and I curled up into a little ball on the floor, weeping that my cat had the couch and I could not have it now. I wedged myself between the couch and floor in the corner of the room, drew my knees up tight, and waited for them to come for me.
Some time later, I'm unsure of how long, but odds are it wasn't more than five minutes, I realize if someone catches me out here like this, it's probably going to go down worse than if the aliens got me. I entered my room again, and began to strip down. My hands compulsively grasped at myself, all over my body, squeezing and pulling hard to reaffirm that I was still in my body. I got naked except for a t shirt, and looked around me. My world is starting to glitch, like a digital video online that starts to skip. I hear the screetch of static combined with the old internet connection SCREEEE noise those old modems made every time it glitches. This is happening maybe 7 or 8 times a minute, with varying severity. The air is thick, like a rainbow soup, and I can wave my hands around in front of me and see their paths as they cut the thick air.
I realize if I go to sleep, it will all be over when I wake up. It's the mushrooms. Everything is all right.
I pulled out all my clothes from my dresser, and got my fluffy comforter, and built a nest in the middle of my floor. I crawled inside, and tossed and turned, and writhed for a good hour or so before I was exhausted enough to pass out. I believe it was about 5am at this point.
My dad woke me up at 6.15. He had walked into my room to use the bathroom, my house's bathroom is only accessible through my room, and saw my naked lower half sticking out of a giant mound of blankets and clothing. He woke me up, and asked what the hell I was doing. I was still tripping fairly hard, but thankfully the lights were off and he didn't see my eyes or my blank look of confusion. It was dark. I mumbled something about not being able to get comfortable, and crawled back into my bed with my blanket. And finally fell into a restful sleep.
All in all, I had the supertrip I was looking for, and despite the feelings of fear and panic, had a good time.
