-Set and Setting: I am only experienced in two different drugs, and both are a far cry from morning glory, or lysergic acid for that matter. I have smoked a fair amount of dank before, though I am certainly no pothead. It is definitely a weekend activity, taking place no more than 4 or 5 times a month. The other drug was nitrous, which was a separate experience in itself, and a separate trip report also...
Friend D’s house, with my non tripping friend M. D is experienced in hallucinogens more than I, so he is the mentor for this experience, though this is his first time on MG. (his previous experience in hallucinogens being only in shrooms).
D and myself brew some tea with the morning glory seeds and swig the concoction down, waiting in anticipation while watching the Underworld DVD Everything Everything. Meanwhile, M is enjoying a three foot tall bong and takes a particularly robust hit, causing him to run to the bathroom after letting out an equally robust hack. Fortunately for him, he doesn't regurgitate the potstickers we ate prior to this drug-induced gathering. M decides that he is sufficiently stoned after 4 or 5 bong rips and sits against D's futon, gazing off into the distance with a blank look on his face.
As for D and I, we are beginning to feel a tingly sensation, as if in anticipation for something big. A grand, psychedelic tidal wave, crashing on our unprepared membranes.
But unfortunately, these Morning Glory seeds seemed to take forever to kick in, or so we thought. After an hour and a half of waiting, D and I packed a bowl and toked away, hoping our night wasn't ruined because the seeds were defunct.
But after that first hit... things began to change.
This wasn't a normal stone I was feeling. Things around me were shifting. D's bed sheet was forming different shapes, and when I looked up to see D's pupils the size of quarters, I knew this was only the beginning.
"You guys tripping yet?" M asked...
At this point Shpongled started into the first track. I guess M put the cd “Tales of the Inexpressible” in, thinking it would be fun to trip to, and after this trip I have to agree with him.
Sounds of a swamp echoed from the speakers, and as I looked at M I could see tribal war paint on his cheeks. He was slowly shifting into an amazonian indian. D's futon wasn't a mere futon any more, it was our wooden raft, floating down the amazon. it was at this moment that I heard a distinct sound in the background, which must have been the music. At the time though, this roaring sound I heard didn't register as that.
D heard this sound also. He quickly jumped up on the futon.
"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck oh fuck shit man oh my god, there is a fucking alligator chasing us!"
"Holy Jesus man, why didn't you fucking tell me? Get out your elephant rifle! there is no way this tribal will save us."
At this point M started cracking up.
Things started shifting back into reality, though I was still very much tripping. Hieroglyphics were forming on the ceiling and I started to get the distinct feeling that I was no longer in the Amazon. This writing that I saw was placed on the walls of some crypt under a great pyramid, and I was trapped with two unfortunate others.
Reality ebbed in and out. I would have some ludicrous idea, like we were on a boat when in reality it was only a futon, and I would treat this as reality for a good 5 or 6 minutes before snapping back, mumbling to myself “It’s just a drug. It is just a drug.”
The trip resembled visuals that one would see after having a large dose of some sativa. Faces would form out of the walls, and although it seems a bit scary, these faces were clearly drug induced, which I could discern even at the time.
Objects breathed and floors shifted. I would close my eyes and feel myself moving, as if on a boat ride of some kind.
And when I concentrated hard enough, staring off into space, I would see these small particles of color changing dust flying towards me. It was like lying down in a grassy plain, looking up at the rain, except this rain you could not feel and was green one moment, then violet another.
But, alas, towards the end of the trip (perhaps 4 hours or so, though I completely lost track of time) I felt the nausea. I approached the toilet and gave a few dry heaves, but felt better after a half hour of nausea.
The trip was certainly an interesting introduction to the world of hallucinogens. I plan on doing shrooms next, as I think I would dig the spiritual aspect a bit more than the “Hmm, I just saw a giant alligator swimming towards my tribal posse” sort of high.
It was a pleasant time, and I think I learned to respect these sorts of drugs a bit more. The experience is overwhelming, and it takes time for the mind to learn how to cope with the feeling of being overwhelmed and still being able to enjoy it.
Thank you for reading this, if anyone actually did. I realize this is very long, I tend to ramble when I am tired.
Peace, and stay safe.
-Jealousy
Friend D’s house, with my non tripping friend M. D is experienced in hallucinogens more than I, so he is the mentor for this experience, though this is his first time on MG. (his previous experience in hallucinogens being only in shrooms).
D and myself brew some tea with the morning glory seeds and swig the concoction down, waiting in anticipation while watching the Underworld DVD Everything Everything. Meanwhile, M is enjoying a three foot tall bong and takes a particularly robust hit, causing him to run to the bathroom after letting out an equally robust hack. Fortunately for him, he doesn't regurgitate the potstickers we ate prior to this drug-induced gathering. M decides that he is sufficiently stoned after 4 or 5 bong rips and sits against D's futon, gazing off into the distance with a blank look on his face.
As for D and I, we are beginning to feel a tingly sensation, as if in anticipation for something big. A grand, psychedelic tidal wave, crashing on our unprepared membranes.
But unfortunately, these Morning Glory seeds seemed to take forever to kick in, or so we thought. After an hour and a half of waiting, D and I packed a bowl and toked away, hoping our night wasn't ruined because the seeds were defunct.
But after that first hit... things began to change.
This wasn't a normal stone I was feeling. Things around me were shifting. D's bed sheet was forming different shapes, and when I looked up to see D's pupils the size of quarters, I knew this was only the beginning.
"You guys tripping yet?" M asked...
At this point Shpongled started into the first track. I guess M put the cd “Tales of the Inexpressible” in, thinking it would be fun to trip to, and after this trip I have to agree with him.
Sounds of a swamp echoed from the speakers, and as I looked at M I could see tribal war paint on his cheeks. He was slowly shifting into an amazonian indian. D's futon wasn't a mere futon any more, it was our wooden raft, floating down the amazon. it was at this moment that I heard a distinct sound in the background, which must have been the music. At the time though, this roaring sound I heard didn't register as that.
D heard this sound also. He quickly jumped up on the futon.
"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck oh fuck shit man oh my god, there is a fucking alligator chasing us!"
"Holy Jesus man, why didn't you fucking tell me? Get out your elephant rifle! there is no way this tribal will save us."
At this point M started cracking up.
Things started shifting back into reality, though I was still very much tripping. Hieroglyphics were forming on the ceiling and I started to get the distinct feeling that I was no longer in the Amazon. This writing that I saw was placed on the walls of some crypt under a great pyramid, and I was trapped with two unfortunate others.
Reality ebbed in and out. I would have some ludicrous idea, like we were on a boat when in reality it was only a futon, and I would treat this as reality for a good 5 or 6 minutes before snapping back, mumbling to myself “It’s just a drug. It is just a drug.”
The trip resembled visuals that one would see after having a large dose of some sativa. Faces would form out of the walls, and although it seems a bit scary, these faces were clearly drug induced, which I could discern even at the time.
Objects breathed and floors shifted. I would close my eyes and feel myself moving, as if on a boat ride of some kind.
And when I concentrated hard enough, staring off into space, I would see these small particles of color changing dust flying towards me. It was like lying down in a grassy plain, looking up at the rain, except this rain you could not feel and was green one moment, then violet another.
But, alas, towards the end of the trip (perhaps 4 hours or so, though I completely lost track of time) I felt the nausea. I approached the toilet and gave a few dry heaves, but felt better after a half hour of nausea.
The trip was certainly an interesting introduction to the world of hallucinogens. I plan on doing shrooms next, as I think I would dig the spiritual aspect a bit more than the “Hmm, I just saw a giant alligator swimming towards my tribal posse” sort of high.
It was a pleasant time, and I think I learned to respect these sorts of drugs a bit more. The experience is overwhelming, and it takes time for the mind to learn how to cope with the feeling of being overwhelmed and still being able to enjoy it.
Thank you for reading this, if anyone actually did. I realize this is very long, I tend to ramble when I am tired.
Peace, and stay safe.
-Jealousy