mardybum
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I was chatting on MSN to a friend who can occasionally get DMT. I was trying to convince him to get me some DMT crystals. It seemed like too much of an effort to him, and he told me to come to this weekends doof instead. He gave me the link to all the info, and said 'see you there' then promptly logged off. It looked like an awesome experience, a great time to trip, so I started trying to organise a crew to come with me. I convinced 3 other guys to come, saying I would drive as long as they payed petrol, and it was on, a doof this weekend.
I still had my 5 grams of mushrooms left over, and decided I'd take 3 grams at the doof, and give the remaining 2 grams to whoever wanted it. By the day before it was time to go, only one person was still coming, let's call him Jack. So Jack and I, still keen on going, organised pick up times, gear, money and anything else we needed. I told Jack he could have the left over 2 grams of shrooms as well.
So the day came, and I picked Jack and we made the journey to the doof. It took around 2 hours of driving, before we made it to a town which was approx 20 minutes from the location, or last stop before the end of civilisation. I bought some orange juice while Jack took a piss, and then we left. Jack began eating his 2 grams of shrooms and washing it down with orange juice, then proceeded to finish it all off with a joint. I contemplated eating mine, but thought I better wait and see what the environment was like, and I definitely did not want to find myself stuck driving while coming up on shrooms.
We made it, and scoped out the place, then I headed back to the car and ate my shrooms. Every one was smoking weed everywhere, I noticed one guy that looked like he was on some sort of drug, but other than that everyone looked sober. We headed over to a corner next to the music stand. There was a big group of people in the middle dancing to the music. Jack passed me over a joint, and I wondered whether I should smoke it or not. I decided too, because it will make me start tripping straight away, and I won’t have to wait. So I got about halfway through it and felt the body high start to come on and gave the left over half back to Jack. He loved his weed and hastily finished it off.
The effects of the weed (or was it the shrooms as well?) began. I started seeing tracers everywhere, and noticed every single sound that could be heard. Even all the sounds taking place at the same time, I could hear them all individually. I could feel the bass in the music wash through me. I felt my mouth dry out and told Jack I needed my water bottle from the car. At the car was suffering from a bad mindfuck. It had only been 15 minutes since I ate the shrooms, so it must of been the weed’s effects on me. I couldn’t figure out how to open the car, nor how to find my drink bottle. Once I finally got the door open, I kept walking round to each door opening them to look in my car, rather than just opening one door to look through it. I couldn’t figure out what to do, and couldn’t understand where my drink bottle was. I was very confused and Jack found this extremely amusing. Finally I found my drink bottle sitting on a seat and was amazed I hadn’t seen it earlier. I locked all the doors of my car and started to head back over to my seating spot.
Just as I was stepping away from the car, a hippy girl approached us. Hi how you guys going, she said and Jack and I both responded with laughter. She looked confused, almost hurt, and I apologized while Jack continued to laugh. Suddenly she realized and said, ohhh you guys are trippers! what are you on? I began talking to her about how I’d grown my own shrooms, and how I did it, and she seemed amazed I grew them inside my room in a box. She showed me some trips she was saving for a friend, and then showed me a picture of some shrooms she found on a walk. the picture looked like a fly agaric, red with white spots all over. The whole time I was talking, Jack stood next to me continuously laughing, the girl kept looking over at him wondering why he wouldn’t stop laughing. We finished our conversation and the girl said she was going on a walk to the river, she invited us to come but I declined, then Jack and I headed back over to the music.
On the way I realized I had to piss, so I told Jack I was going to and walked off into the bush. Jack asked me what he was to do and I just told him to go back to where we were before. The thing was, for some reason I said this, but had no idea what I was saying. I told Jack to go back to our seat at the music, but I didn’t realize this, it was weird. Anyway, I finished my business and came out of the bush and Jack wasn’t there. Paranoia swept across my body, like the feeling of jumping into a freezing pull. I yelled out “Jack!, Jack!, Jack!” louder each time but he was nowhere around. I saw pictures of newspaper articles running through my head, of “Jack - The boy who got lost in the bush on Magic Mushrooms” this was bad, this was real bad. I tried to think back and finally realized I told him to sit back in the spot next to the music. I literally ran over there and to my relief Jack was sitting against the tree. I told Jack what had just happened and how relieved I was, but I wasn’t making sense to him at this point, and he just gave me a weird look.
This is where things started getting intense. I found a nice place to sit next to Jack and checked my watch. It had been around an hour since I ate the shrooms, so they must of been kicking in by now. Jack had obviously stopped laughing, and I began watching the dancers. The first signs of visuals were the whole scene turning into something from a Music Video. I don’t know how this happened, but everything took on an appearance like something you’d see out of Video Hits, or Rage. It was really cool and I tried to tell Jack, but I could see 1) I wasn’t making sense, and 2) Jack didn’t care. So I realized we were both too far in for communication. I started looking around, and realized everyone was really old. Like in there 30s-40s. Everyone was dressed like a hippy, except for a few guys dressed normal (in society’s views) who stood out a lot. I started to see who was tripping, and who was not. It was weird, because the people tripping were the ones which blended in too me, the people who weren’t tripping, stood out a lot. The guys who were dressed ‘normally’ stood out the most, and I feared I was standing out as much as them as I was dressed ‘normally’. I started to regret coming here, and the more I regretted it, the more I started to think I was standing out.
This got really, really bad, to the point I thought I was an outcast. If I made eye contact with anyone I believed they were looking at me thinking I was a complete weirdo. I regretted coming here and being so young, and wearing these clothes, I kept trying to find someone else who looked like me, so I could feel I wasn’t the only one. But I didn’t, and that just made it even worse. I remembered seeing a bunch of guys my age, earlier when I was driving here. They were dressed in the typical same sort of clothing I was wearing, walking along the track away from the doof. They would have had to walk a few kilometres to get there, and I started believing they had been kicked out. I began to think the people here were going to kick me out and make me walk all the way home, because I was so young, and wearing these clothes, and I just didn’t fit in with them. I began to believe there was some huge secret the hippy society had, and I was cut off, and didn’t know this secret, another reason why I didn’t fit in. It just got so bad I believed I was a complete outcast, and had no place in this kind of culture. I was sad, because I could see how amazing the lifestyle of these people were, and miserable that these people rejected me.
All while this was happening, I was getting the most amazing visuals. The sad thing was, these visuals were un noticed because of what was going on inside my head. The tracers were absolutely breathtaking. They were so long and had sparkles coming off all sides of them. I remember seeing patterns everywhere I looked. If I stared long enough, the patterns would come out of the ground, become 3d and start to morph into other things. I remember seeing little villages in the ground, with little men running around in them, which turned into royal palaces with kings and queens in each one. I saw a guy with three eyes, and at one point my whole field of vision turned into a kaleidoscope which was turning constantly. The visuals were awesome, and I wish I could of enjoyed them more. The only other thing that was comparable to the visuals, was the way the sense of unity between fellow trippers became. I know I said I felt like an outcast, but I felt although everyone rejected me, I had some sort of special connection with the other trippers. I came to understand the mind of tripping so much more, and realized how peaceful and serene all of us tripping were. I don’t want to go into it, cause it’s so hard to explain. But, I feel I understand tripping a lot more now.
I didn’t realize it, but the shrooms were wearing off. It got to the point where I was sober enough to realize sitting here in front of the people was just going to make it worse. So I told Jack what I was doing, and gave him the opportunity to stay where he was, but he came with me. I went back to the car, and just sat there watching all the other people and trippers around me. The realizations and insight I gained into tripping and this hippy society was amazing. Too hard to explain or go into, but it really showed me how good tripping is for a society and for mankind. I continued to sit in the car, and slowly realized how accepting these people were, they didn’t mind me, as long as I was here for the same reason, they would accept me. I realized I worried way too much what people thought of me, this was the start of a big process of change in my life. As I realized how great the hippy culture was, the shrooms disappeared, until finally they were all gone.
Jack and I started driving home and got McDonalds on the way. For some reason, it tasted disgusting, and i couldn’t finish it. normally I love maccas! I believe because I was so in touch with my body and mind, that I could realize and feel how damaging such things were for me. I have never eaten McDonalds as much as I used to since. I made it home, went to sleep, and spent the next day reflecting on how great such a trip was for me. Although it was bad, I still came to realize many things, and felt tripping and the hippies were great to have in this world.
I still had my 5 grams of mushrooms left over, and decided I'd take 3 grams at the doof, and give the remaining 2 grams to whoever wanted it. By the day before it was time to go, only one person was still coming, let's call him Jack. So Jack and I, still keen on going, organised pick up times, gear, money and anything else we needed. I told Jack he could have the left over 2 grams of shrooms as well.
So the day came, and I picked Jack and we made the journey to the doof. It took around 2 hours of driving, before we made it to a town which was approx 20 minutes from the location, or last stop before the end of civilisation. I bought some orange juice while Jack took a piss, and then we left. Jack began eating his 2 grams of shrooms and washing it down with orange juice, then proceeded to finish it all off with a joint. I contemplated eating mine, but thought I better wait and see what the environment was like, and I definitely did not want to find myself stuck driving while coming up on shrooms.
We made it, and scoped out the place, then I headed back to the car and ate my shrooms. Every one was smoking weed everywhere, I noticed one guy that looked like he was on some sort of drug, but other than that everyone looked sober. We headed over to a corner next to the music stand. There was a big group of people in the middle dancing to the music. Jack passed me over a joint, and I wondered whether I should smoke it or not. I decided too, because it will make me start tripping straight away, and I won’t have to wait. So I got about halfway through it and felt the body high start to come on and gave the left over half back to Jack. He loved his weed and hastily finished it off.
The effects of the weed (or was it the shrooms as well?) began. I started seeing tracers everywhere, and noticed every single sound that could be heard. Even all the sounds taking place at the same time, I could hear them all individually. I could feel the bass in the music wash through me. I felt my mouth dry out and told Jack I needed my water bottle from the car. At the car was suffering from a bad mindfuck. It had only been 15 minutes since I ate the shrooms, so it must of been the weed’s effects on me. I couldn’t figure out how to open the car, nor how to find my drink bottle. Once I finally got the door open, I kept walking round to each door opening them to look in my car, rather than just opening one door to look through it. I couldn’t figure out what to do, and couldn’t understand where my drink bottle was. I was very confused and Jack found this extremely amusing. Finally I found my drink bottle sitting on a seat and was amazed I hadn’t seen it earlier. I locked all the doors of my car and started to head back over to my seating spot.
Just as I was stepping away from the car, a hippy girl approached us. Hi how you guys going, she said and Jack and I both responded with laughter. She looked confused, almost hurt, and I apologized while Jack continued to laugh. Suddenly she realized and said, ohhh you guys are trippers! what are you on? I began talking to her about how I’d grown my own shrooms, and how I did it, and she seemed amazed I grew them inside my room in a box. She showed me some trips she was saving for a friend, and then showed me a picture of some shrooms she found on a walk. the picture looked like a fly agaric, red with white spots all over. The whole time I was talking, Jack stood next to me continuously laughing, the girl kept looking over at him wondering why he wouldn’t stop laughing. We finished our conversation and the girl said she was going on a walk to the river, she invited us to come but I declined, then Jack and I headed back over to the music.
On the way I realized I had to piss, so I told Jack I was going to and walked off into the bush. Jack asked me what he was to do and I just told him to go back to where we were before. The thing was, for some reason I said this, but had no idea what I was saying. I told Jack to go back to our seat at the music, but I didn’t realize this, it was weird. Anyway, I finished my business and came out of the bush and Jack wasn’t there. Paranoia swept across my body, like the feeling of jumping into a freezing pull. I yelled out “Jack!, Jack!, Jack!” louder each time but he was nowhere around. I saw pictures of newspaper articles running through my head, of “Jack - The boy who got lost in the bush on Magic Mushrooms” this was bad, this was real bad. I tried to think back and finally realized I told him to sit back in the spot next to the music. I literally ran over there and to my relief Jack was sitting against the tree. I told Jack what had just happened and how relieved I was, but I wasn’t making sense to him at this point, and he just gave me a weird look.
This is where things started getting intense. I found a nice place to sit next to Jack and checked my watch. It had been around an hour since I ate the shrooms, so they must of been kicking in by now. Jack had obviously stopped laughing, and I began watching the dancers. The first signs of visuals were the whole scene turning into something from a Music Video. I don’t know how this happened, but everything took on an appearance like something you’d see out of Video Hits, or Rage. It was really cool and I tried to tell Jack, but I could see 1) I wasn’t making sense, and 2) Jack didn’t care. So I realized we were both too far in for communication. I started looking around, and realized everyone was really old. Like in there 30s-40s. Everyone was dressed like a hippy, except for a few guys dressed normal (in society’s views) who stood out a lot. I started to see who was tripping, and who was not. It was weird, because the people tripping were the ones which blended in too me, the people who weren’t tripping, stood out a lot. The guys who were dressed ‘normally’ stood out the most, and I feared I was standing out as much as them as I was dressed ‘normally’. I started to regret coming here, and the more I regretted it, the more I started to think I was standing out.
This got really, really bad, to the point I thought I was an outcast. If I made eye contact with anyone I believed they were looking at me thinking I was a complete weirdo. I regretted coming here and being so young, and wearing these clothes, I kept trying to find someone else who looked like me, so I could feel I wasn’t the only one. But I didn’t, and that just made it even worse. I remembered seeing a bunch of guys my age, earlier when I was driving here. They were dressed in the typical same sort of clothing I was wearing, walking along the track away from the doof. They would have had to walk a few kilometres to get there, and I started believing they had been kicked out. I began to think the people here were going to kick me out and make me walk all the way home, because I was so young, and wearing these clothes, and I just didn’t fit in with them. I began to believe there was some huge secret the hippy society had, and I was cut off, and didn’t know this secret, another reason why I didn’t fit in. It just got so bad I believed I was a complete outcast, and had no place in this kind of culture. I was sad, because I could see how amazing the lifestyle of these people were, and miserable that these people rejected me.
All while this was happening, I was getting the most amazing visuals. The sad thing was, these visuals were un noticed because of what was going on inside my head. The tracers were absolutely breathtaking. They were so long and had sparkles coming off all sides of them. I remember seeing patterns everywhere I looked. If I stared long enough, the patterns would come out of the ground, become 3d and start to morph into other things. I remember seeing little villages in the ground, with little men running around in them, which turned into royal palaces with kings and queens in each one. I saw a guy with three eyes, and at one point my whole field of vision turned into a kaleidoscope which was turning constantly. The visuals were awesome, and I wish I could of enjoyed them more. The only other thing that was comparable to the visuals, was the way the sense of unity between fellow trippers became. I know I said I felt like an outcast, but I felt although everyone rejected me, I had some sort of special connection with the other trippers. I came to understand the mind of tripping so much more, and realized how peaceful and serene all of us tripping were. I don’t want to go into it, cause it’s so hard to explain. But, I feel I understand tripping a lot more now.
I didn’t realize it, but the shrooms were wearing off. It got to the point where I was sober enough to realize sitting here in front of the people was just going to make it worse. So I told Jack what I was doing, and gave him the opportunity to stay where he was, but he came with me. I went back to the car, and just sat there watching all the other people and trippers around me. The realizations and insight I gained into tripping and this hippy society was amazing. Too hard to explain or go into, but it really showed me how good tripping is for a society and for mankind. I continued to sit in the car, and slowly realized how accepting these people were, they didn’t mind me, as long as I was here for the same reason, they would accept me. I realized I worried way too much what people thought of me, this was the start of a big process of change in my life. As I realized how great the hippy culture was, the shrooms disappeared, until finally they were all gone.
Jack and I started driving home and got McDonalds on the way. For some reason, it tasted disgusting, and i couldn’t finish it. normally I love maccas! I believe because I was so in touch with my body and mind, that I could realize and feel how damaging such things were for me. I have never eaten McDonalds as much as I used to since. I made it home, went to sleep, and spent the next day reflecting on how great such a trip was for me. Although it was bad, I still came to realize many things, and felt tripping and the hippies were great to have in this world.
