So yesterday after school, me and my friend who I'll call J, went on a good old magical mushroom hunt. We didn't have any idea what exactly we were looking for, so we just went round to different parks and schools and picked whatever we found. We took them over to my friend, I'll call him M's house and searched up if any were magical. Unfortunately no luck.
We decided to head out again, surely enough, we struck fungi gold. A whole patch full of beautiful shrooms, with many more growing. We bagged about 50 of them in a zip lock bag and headed back to M's house. Our friend K was also there. We got back, and asked M's older brother (who is experienced in shroomery) if they were legit, and sure enough they were. Here we go.
M went into his bathroom and washed the shrooms, and got out some different sweet and savoury snacks to much them down with. J, M and K each ate about 8 each, but I only had 4 because they have done this before, and I have not. We went outside and started smoking some shisha, slowly starting to feel the effects sink in. We all got really giggly and just started talking about weird shit. I then needed to go to the toilet, and as I was sitting down I started to see the toilet door kind of breathing. Fuck yeah.
We all decide to eat a few more, I'm now on 6 and the others are on about 10 - 11. I'm not sure if you're supposed to eat as you go, but regardless we did it anyway. A while later we're all still feeling strange as shit, and we decide to watch weird things on YouTube. It was so strange. We decided to eat even more shrooms, I'm up to about 10 now the others on 13 - 14.
A couple of my mates were smoking weed at a house, and invited us over for a few cones. We willingly accept, and go out on a mission. Everythings still feeling really strange, lights look different, colours look different, trees look different. Everythings weird. We're walking along and suddenly a street light goes out, we all start to freak out and laugh, and then it turned back on. J mentions how before, he said that we have to follow the street lights, and that this one going out is a sign that we shouldn't go down there, but our curiosity gets us, and we go down the street. Nothing out of the ordinary. We keep walking and eat a couple more on the way. J decides hes going to split up from us and walk home, we tried insisting that he stays with us be he refuses, and walks home.
We keep walking and it hits me that I'm on a mission to get this weed. Nothing else mattered except this one mission to smoke a cone. We get close to his house, and decide that running would be a fun idea. Sure enough it was awesome. We ran for about 2 minutes and it felt like I was running on the spot and the world was going around me. It was sweet. We finally got to his house, tripping balls with about 8 shrooms left. We each have about 3 cones each and 2 more shrooms. We let everything sink in, and about 40 minutes later we had to go home. It was 9:40pm by then. So me M and K walk to mine which is just down the road, and sit in my room and watch South Park. Shits strange now.
M and K call a lift from M's brother, and head home. This is were I'm on my own. I'm tripping major balls now, the walls are like pulsating and South Park is fucking weird. I went on Facebook on my phone and was talking to M and K, J wasn't online which was strange. I don't know if this part is normal or not, but I started getting really itchy all over for what felt like about an hour, still tripping balls. 1am comes around and I decide I should try and sleep. I turn the TV off and start reading a thing about shrooms, and the website was moving around and the letters were rearranging. I gave up after about 20 minutes of starting at this page, and slowly drifted to sleep.
It was an amazing experience apart from the itching. Does anyone know if thats common? I have no idea what it could of been from because it only happened for a little bit at the end of the peak. We will be going picking again very soon and we'll be doing it all over again.
We decided to head out again, surely enough, we struck fungi gold. A whole patch full of beautiful shrooms, with many more growing. We bagged about 50 of them in a zip lock bag and headed back to M's house. Our friend K was also there. We got back, and asked M's older brother (who is experienced in shroomery) if they were legit, and sure enough they were. Here we go.
M went into his bathroom and washed the shrooms, and got out some different sweet and savoury snacks to much them down with. J, M and K each ate about 8 each, but I only had 4 because they have done this before, and I have not. We went outside and started smoking some shisha, slowly starting to feel the effects sink in. We all got really giggly and just started talking about weird shit. I then needed to go to the toilet, and as I was sitting down I started to see the toilet door kind of breathing. Fuck yeah.
We all decide to eat a few more, I'm now on 6 and the others are on about 10 - 11. I'm not sure if you're supposed to eat as you go, but regardless we did it anyway. A while later we're all still feeling strange as shit, and we decide to watch weird things on YouTube. It was so strange. We decided to eat even more shrooms, I'm up to about 10 now the others on 13 - 14.
A couple of my mates were smoking weed at a house, and invited us over for a few cones. We willingly accept, and go out on a mission. Everythings still feeling really strange, lights look different, colours look different, trees look different. Everythings weird. We're walking along and suddenly a street light goes out, we all start to freak out and laugh, and then it turned back on. J mentions how before, he said that we have to follow the street lights, and that this one going out is a sign that we shouldn't go down there, but our curiosity gets us, and we go down the street. Nothing out of the ordinary. We keep walking and eat a couple more on the way. J decides hes going to split up from us and walk home, we tried insisting that he stays with us be he refuses, and walks home.
We keep walking and it hits me that I'm on a mission to get this weed. Nothing else mattered except this one mission to smoke a cone. We get close to his house, and decide that running would be a fun idea. Sure enough it was awesome. We ran for about 2 minutes and it felt like I was running on the spot and the world was going around me. It was sweet. We finally got to his house, tripping balls with about 8 shrooms left. We each have about 3 cones each and 2 more shrooms. We let everything sink in, and about 40 minutes later we had to go home. It was 9:40pm by then. So me M and K walk to mine which is just down the road, and sit in my room and watch South Park. Shits strange now.
M and K call a lift from M's brother, and head home. This is were I'm on my own. I'm tripping major balls now, the walls are like pulsating and South Park is fucking weird. I went on Facebook on my phone and was talking to M and K, J wasn't online which was strange. I don't know if this part is normal or not, but I started getting really itchy all over for what felt like about an hour, still tripping balls. 1am comes around and I decide I should try and sleep. I turn the TV off and start reading a thing about shrooms, and the website was moving around and the letters were rearranging. I gave up after about 20 minutes of starting at this page, and slowly drifted to sleep.
It was an amazing experience apart from the itching. Does anyone know if thats common? I have no idea what it could of been from because it only happened for a little bit at the end of the peak. We will be going picking again very soon and we'll be doing it all over again.
