contraband968
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This is my first trip report and post here on bluelight. I'll start off with a little background.
This was my second time trying each of these drugs. I had tried smoking some coke that had been cooked up by a buddy into freebase form about a week earlier but had only tried a few hits.
As for mushrooms I've tried a few small doses before but never felt anything since it was always such a small amount. a few days prior to this experience I ate about 2 grams and experienced some visuals but didn't feel that I actually "tripped". I consider this to be my first real trip, and what a trip it was!
I had plans to get these shrooms for most of the day when i stopped by my buddie's house where him and a few of my friends were all smoking crack. i had a couple beers while they smoked and after about 10 minutes they offered me a hit which I accepted. this was one of the last hits left out of what they had and immediately started jonesing for more and went to go get it. I gave my friend money to pick me up half a gram.
While they were gone (about an hour) I mentioned that I would be getting mushrooms later on that night and my friend gave me some money and asked me to pick him up an eighth. about 10 minutes after they left my friend who i was getting the shrooms with called and told me we had to get them soon or they might be gone. So they got back with my half gram which I smoked in an extreme hurry of about 15 minutes. Needless to say I was FUCKED UP. After I took my last hit I stood up and said peace to everyone and went and picked up my friend D. we went and got 3 eighths, 1 for me, 1 for D and one for my friend back at the house. I went to go give him his shrooms but they had apparently left to go get more so I figured I would hold on to his bag for the night.
We drove to the place where we were shrooming that night to see a handful of people drinking outside in the driveway having a slapbox match. i ate my whole eighth very quickly while D ate only about 2 grams and said he was saving the rest for later.
Fast forward 45 minutes, and I'm still not tripping. so I say what the hell I had some extra money to give my friend instead of his shrooms, so I decide to eat his eighth as well. after eating them I go out on the porch to smoke a cig and BOOM it hit. I knew I was in for a ride cuz this was only the first eighth hitting me and I had just doubled the dose. I looked out across to the apartments across the street and saw the windows dripping to the ground and the chimney's growing taller and shrinking rapidly.
I went back inside and sat down at the table where everyone was playing cards. Things started to get really intense here as the walls were breathing and the doors kept seeming to close all around me. The one empty chair in the room seemed to keep moving closer and closer to D. There was something about the chair that disturbed me, I don't know what it was but it had a sort of evil vibe to it, like it wanted to hurt D and was inching it's way closer to do just that. I pushed it to the back of my mind and watched the card game.
All of a sudden D stood up and said he thought it was time to go, and I did not argue. D doesn't have a license but told me he was gonna be driving my car with us in it back to his house since he ate much less than I did. 10 minutes into the ride he told me, there's way too much going on in front of me I don't think I should be driving. I told him that was OK and since he didn't have a license anyways that I would take over. 5 minutes after I got into the driver seat the second eighth started kicking in. All I can say is WOW. The lights looked amazing and there were so many of them. I knew exactly what he meant by there was too much going on in front of him to drive safely, but it was 1 AM and we were already halfway home we just had to keep going. on the ride it felt as though I was wearing tinted glasses because my whole field of vision went purple, followed by yellow and as we were pulling into the driveway everything turned a shade of spectacular orange.
We went inside and settled in and put on the TV and just started laughing and giggling at EVERYTHING. Everything was so funny even though in hindsight it probably was not very funny at all. D told me he was tripping balls and didn't want the rest of his eighth so i ate a little over a gram that was left over, bringing me up to 8 grams. After I tried changing the channel on D's TV with his house phone we decided to go outside and smoke another cig. We went out the back door and around the side as not to wake his parents up. His whole yard is pretty clear of obstacles it's mostly just sand and grass. but not tonight, oh no, I was walking through a jungle of trees and vines and a 30 second walk to the driveway took us nearly 20 minutes. We decided to try and make our way up the street but after a half hour of walking and still being able to see D's house (don't ask how we made this little progress I have no clue) we called it a lost cause and went back inside.
Back inside we watched more TV and talked and laughed and enjoyed some great visuals and trails. Then D told me he was tired and was going to bed. I couldn't believe it. He was abandoning me, leaving me to fend for myself tripping on 4 times the amount he was. I thought I might try and get some sleep as well so i shut off the lights and laid down and closed my eyes. Sleep was completely out of the question. My mind was racing. I started having thoughts of my mother who had passed away just a month earlier. This almost ruined the experience for me. I could just feel a bad trip coming on but i forced my brain into another train of thought. the first thing that came to mind was the crack that i had smoked just hours earlier. I thought about all my friends who smoke it and how it's ruining their lives. I thought about the high I got from it and how it's so short-lived and just not fun, and decided to never touch it again. And I started to think about all the other drugs I do, and why I do them, and about the fact that I don't want to live the rest of my life like this, but I'm just not ready to make that change yet. I've been homeless for the past month sleeping on friends couches and the past month since my mom died (when I became homeless) has been nothing but DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS. My mind has been a whirlwind of inebriation and this was the first time I've had a chance to reflect on anything in a long time. It felt good.
I put the TV back on and watched it until I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning feeling surprisingly good for what had happened the night before.
I took alot away from this experience and plan to do some more mind exploring with mushrooms very soon, but I now know that just because I don't feel like I'm tripping right away, wait before double-dosing.
This was my second time trying each of these drugs. I had tried smoking some coke that had been cooked up by a buddy into freebase form about a week earlier but had only tried a few hits.
As for mushrooms I've tried a few small doses before but never felt anything since it was always such a small amount. a few days prior to this experience I ate about 2 grams and experienced some visuals but didn't feel that I actually "tripped". I consider this to be my first real trip, and what a trip it was!
I had plans to get these shrooms for most of the day when i stopped by my buddie's house where him and a few of my friends were all smoking crack. i had a couple beers while they smoked and after about 10 minutes they offered me a hit which I accepted. this was one of the last hits left out of what they had and immediately started jonesing for more and went to go get it. I gave my friend money to pick me up half a gram.
While they were gone (about an hour) I mentioned that I would be getting mushrooms later on that night and my friend gave me some money and asked me to pick him up an eighth. about 10 minutes after they left my friend who i was getting the shrooms with called and told me we had to get them soon or they might be gone. So they got back with my half gram which I smoked in an extreme hurry of about 15 minutes. Needless to say I was FUCKED UP. After I took my last hit I stood up and said peace to everyone and went and picked up my friend D. we went and got 3 eighths, 1 for me, 1 for D and one for my friend back at the house. I went to go give him his shrooms but they had apparently left to go get more so I figured I would hold on to his bag for the night.
We drove to the place where we were shrooming that night to see a handful of people drinking outside in the driveway having a slapbox match. i ate my whole eighth very quickly while D ate only about 2 grams and said he was saving the rest for later.
Fast forward 45 minutes, and I'm still not tripping. so I say what the hell I had some extra money to give my friend instead of his shrooms, so I decide to eat his eighth as well. after eating them I go out on the porch to smoke a cig and BOOM it hit. I knew I was in for a ride cuz this was only the first eighth hitting me and I had just doubled the dose. I looked out across to the apartments across the street and saw the windows dripping to the ground and the chimney's growing taller and shrinking rapidly.
I went back inside and sat down at the table where everyone was playing cards. Things started to get really intense here as the walls were breathing and the doors kept seeming to close all around me. The one empty chair in the room seemed to keep moving closer and closer to D. There was something about the chair that disturbed me, I don't know what it was but it had a sort of evil vibe to it, like it wanted to hurt D and was inching it's way closer to do just that. I pushed it to the back of my mind and watched the card game.
All of a sudden D stood up and said he thought it was time to go, and I did not argue. D doesn't have a license but told me he was gonna be driving my car with us in it back to his house since he ate much less than I did. 10 minutes into the ride he told me, there's way too much going on in front of me I don't think I should be driving. I told him that was OK and since he didn't have a license anyways that I would take over. 5 minutes after I got into the driver seat the second eighth started kicking in. All I can say is WOW. The lights looked amazing and there were so many of them. I knew exactly what he meant by there was too much going on in front of him to drive safely, but it was 1 AM and we were already halfway home we just had to keep going. on the ride it felt as though I was wearing tinted glasses because my whole field of vision went purple, followed by yellow and as we were pulling into the driveway everything turned a shade of spectacular orange.
We went inside and settled in and put on the TV and just started laughing and giggling at EVERYTHING. Everything was so funny even though in hindsight it probably was not very funny at all. D told me he was tripping balls and didn't want the rest of his eighth so i ate a little over a gram that was left over, bringing me up to 8 grams. After I tried changing the channel on D's TV with his house phone we decided to go outside and smoke another cig. We went out the back door and around the side as not to wake his parents up. His whole yard is pretty clear of obstacles it's mostly just sand and grass. but not tonight, oh no, I was walking through a jungle of trees and vines and a 30 second walk to the driveway took us nearly 20 minutes. We decided to try and make our way up the street but after a half hour of walking and still being able to see D's house (don't ask how we made this little progress I have no clue) we called it a lost cause and went back inside.
Back inside we watched more TV and talked and laughed and enjoyed some great visuals and trails. Then D told me he was tired and was going to bed. I couldn't believe it. He was abandoning me, leaving me to fend for myself tripping on 4 times the amount he was. I thought I might try and get some sleep as well so i shut off the lights and laid down and closed my eyes. Sleep was completely out of the question. My mind was racing. I started having thoughts of my mother who had passed away just a month earlier. This almost ruined the experience for me. I could just feel a bad trip coming on but i forced my brain into another train of thought. the first thing that came to mind was the crack that i had smoked just hours earlier. I thought about all my friends who smoke it and how it's ruining their lives. I thought about the high I got from it and how it's so short-lived and just not fun, and decided to never touch it again. And I started to think about all the other drugs I do, and why I do them, and about the fact that I don't want to live the rest of my life like this, but I'm just not ready to make that change yet. I've been homeless for the past month sleeping on friends couches and the past month since my mom died (when I became homeless) has been nothing but DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS. My mind has been a whirlwind of inebriation and this was the first time I've had a chance to reflect on anything in a long time. It felt good.
I put the TV back on and watched it until I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning feeling surprisingly good for what had happened the night before.
I took alot away from this experience and plan to do some more mind exploring with mushrooms very soon, but I now know that just because I don't feel like I'm tripping right away, wait before double-dosing.
