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Bluelighter
I was at a friend's house a couple nights ago, and another close friend that was there asked us all if we wanted to throw down on two ounces of really potent mushies. We agreed, picked them up, and came back. When we got back, there were more people there than there had been before we left, but I knew them all, so I felt very comfortable. We laid an ounce down on the table, and started weighing out doses. The caps were probably the biggest ones I've ever seen. We all started smoking bud, and slowly eating the caps. I had put a half ounce in my pile, but only intended on eating a quarter or so of it.
By the time I'd downed a quarter, most everyone was done eating the caps, and just kept passing the bowl. I honestly have no idea why I did it, but I ended up eating almost the whole half ounce. There were a few stems left. I think it was an accumulation of thinking about my 11g trip constantly since it happened a while back, and wanting to revisit something with equal or greater intensity. I felt like I needed a break from the social aspect of life, and wanted to embark on this adventure tonight, kind of having the night to myself.
After we were all done smoking, we went on the back porch. It had been about 25 minutes now, and I was feeling a little nausious. I laid down on a lawn chair, and stared at the sky. It looked a little warped, but everything else still looked somewhat normal. The only visual disturbance was in the sky. My stomach was turning, and the nausia seemed to be getting a little worse, right before my ex-girlfriend showed up. All of the sudden I remember seeing her face looking over mine, and her moving towards me and away from me rapidly, asking me how my day was going, and how I was, repeatedly. It was very eerie. I had no idea if she was fucking with me, or if I was tripping hard enough to see her saying something that she wasn't. Her face also looked trippy. Her chin looked longer than normal, and her ears looked deformed.
I decided what I was seeing wasn't good, and told everyone I thought I was going to go inside for a few. Upon entering the living area, I saw everyone around the TV, watching a movie. By this point I was getting insane OEV's, but it was just psychedelic patterning, or the notice of someone's face and body looking a bit different. I took a seat on the couch and tried to get into the movie. I couldn't keep a train of thought for longer than 10 seconds. My mind was hopping from one thing to the next. There was a table in the middle of the room that appeared to be growing taller, and it's legs were moving around. It seemed as if it were dancing. This made me laugh. Someone must of noticed I was laughing, because they said my name to get my attention. When I turned to see who it was, my heart jumped in my throat.
I was seeing what appeared to be a a concrete statue in the sitting position on the couch, moving up and down, then side to side. I remember hearing laughing while I was seeing this, but it was an eerie type of laugh, and it seemed to echo and warp into squealing and hissing noises. I turned back around to look at the TV, and it appeared to be about two feet tall, and 10 feet wide, with animated characters moving out of the screen (it may be noted that the movie had no animated characters in it). Everything seemed to be moving in frames, and I brought myself back to reality long enough to realize I shouldn't be this way in front of this many people.
I said "this doesn't feel right, I'm going upstairs" and started walking to the stairs. I remember it was somewhat difficult to walk straight. Parts of my body felt really heavy, then some felt really light. I was noticing transparent hearts and smiley faces floating in the air, spinning. I was trying to block out everything until I could get to a dark room and lay down, and also trying to tell myself that I was going to be ok. I had this feeling that the intensity of this trip could escalate no more. I felt as though if things got any crazier, something bad was going to happen to my body. The stairs seemed taller than they ever had, and the walls on either side seemed to be breathing, each time moving closer to me.
When I finally got in the room, I turned out the lights (the switch looked like a moving lady bug, which freaked me out for a second), and got in the bed in a fetal position with my eyes closed. This is when everything moved to a whole other level. I didn't feel as if I was on this earth anymore. My mind and body seemed to be on totally different levels, disconnected, if that makes any sense. I was totally unaware of my body the majority of the rest of the trip. I saw a vision of an old house in a field, with yellow flowers everywhere and sun shining bright. One of the flowers was me. My head was the center, my hair was the pedals, and my arms were leaves. My face looked terrified. The sun started going down and the sky turned dark. A huge man dressed exactly like an executioner came out of nowhere and swung at me with an ax. On the second of impact, another vision took over the one I was having.
This time I had transformed into a rock on a gravel road, watching cars and trucks go by, waiting for the first one to run me over. It was terrifying. Finally, I did get hit, and another vision took over that one. I went through a series of visions, all ending in what felt like death (I would detail them all out, but this report would be too long). The last, and one that still fucks with my head when I think about it (maybe due to emotional impact, I don't know) is one where I saw my spirit float through clouds, upwards toward "the light" as we've all heard of. Just before I reached the light, my spirit shot back downwards, creating a noise similar to sticking your head out of a moving car, through the clouds, through the earth's layers, to what seemed to be hell.
I don't remember too much after this. I'm not sure exactly when I fell asleep, but I do remember someone coming in the room pretty far into my trip, and trying to communicate with me. The room was almost unrecognizable due to the intense OEV's and warping of everything. I was sure my head was playing tricks on me, because I thought it was someone coming to check on me, but I couldn't tell who it was. In fact, they didn't really look human, and when they spoke, it wasn't english. Whoever I was seeing started looking more and more like a troll, and I remember trying to tell them to leave, because they were scaring me. Finally I just put a pillow over my head, and when I took it off they were gone.
I was told that nobody came in the room all night, after I asked around the following day. I was also told that there was one point during the night where everyone was chillin downstairs, and a couple people noticed me standing at the railing to the stairs, just staring forward. They said I stood there for a few seconds, then walked back to the room and laid back down. I don't remember leaving that room once I went in the first time, but everyone swore to it. There are bits and pieces that keep coming back to me, but it's difficult to bring back to memory. The next morning I cried, which is rare for me. I don't even know why either. I was lying down, reflecting on the whole trip, and my eyes started watering uncontrollably for about 10 minutes. I would include so much more, but I'm nodding off while typing, and a lot of it is really difficult to try to explain to people. All in all, the experience was far, far more than I bargained for. Not that it was bad, but I sure wouldn't consider doing it again for a while, if ever.
By the time I'd downed a quarter, most everyone was done eating the caps, and just kept passing the bowl. I honestly have no idea why I did it, but I ended up eating almost the whole half ounce. There were a few stems left. I think it was an accumulation of thinking about my 11g trip constantly since it happened a while back, and wanting to revisit something with equal or greater intensity. I felt like I needed a break from the social aspect of life, and wanted to embark on this adventure tonight, kind of having the night to myself.
After we were all done smoking, we went on the back porch. It had been about 25 minutes now, and I was feeling a little nausious. I laid down on a lawn chair, and stared at the sky. It looked a little warped, but everything else still looked somewhat normal. The only visual disturbance was in the sky. My stomach was turning, and the nausia seemed to be getting a little worse, right before my ex-girlfriend showed up. All of the sudden I remember seeing her face looking over mine, and her moving towards me and away from me rapidly, asking me how my day was going, and how I was, repeatedly. It was very eerie. I had no idea if she was fucking with me, or if I was tripping hard enough to see her saying something that she wasn't. Her face also looked trippy. Her chin looked longer than normal, and her ears looked deformed.
I decided what I was seeing wasn't good, and told everyone I thought I was going to go inside for a few. Upon entering the living area, I saw everyone around the TV, watching a movie. By this point I was getting insane OEV's, but it was just psychedelic patterning, or the notice of someone's face and body looking a bit different. I took a seat on the couch and tried to get into the movie. I couldn't keep a train of thought for longer than 10 seconds. My mind was hopping from one thing to the next. There was a table in the middle of the room that appeared to be growing taller, and it's legs were moving around. It seemed as if it were dancing. This made me laugh. Someone must of noticed I was laughing, because they said my name to get my attention. When I turned to see who it was, my heart jumped in my throat.
I was seeing what appeared to be a a concrete statue in the sitting position on the couch, moving up and down, then side to side. I remember hearing laughing while I was seeing this, but it was an eerie type of laugh, and it seemed to echo and warp into squealing and hissing noises. I turned back around to look at the TV, and it appeared to be about two feet tall, and 10 feet wide, with animated characters moving out of the screen (it may be noted that the movie had no animated characters in it). Everything seemed to be moving in frames, and I brought myself back to reality long enough to realize I shouldn't be this way in front of this many people.
I said "this doesn't feel right, I'm going upstairs" and started walking to the stairs. I remember it was somewhat difficult to walk straight. Parts of my body felt really heavy, then some felt really light. I was noticing transparent hearts and smiley faces floating in the air, spinning. I was trying to block out everything until I could get to a dark room and lay down, and also trying to tell myself that I was going to be ok. I had this feeling that the intensity of this trip could escalate no more. I felt as though if things got any crazier, something bad was going to happen to my body. The stairs seemed taller than they ever had, and the walls on either side seemed to be breathing, each time moving closer to me.
When I finally got in the room, I turned out the lights (the switch looked like a moving lady bug, which freaked me out for a second), and got in the bed in a fetal position with my eyes closed. This is when everything moved to a whole other level. I didn't feel as if I was on this earth anymore. My mind and body seemed to be on totally different levels, disconnected, if that makes any sense. I was totally unaware of my body the majority of the rest of the trip. I saw a vision of an old house in a field, with yellow flowers everywhere and sun shining bright. One of the flowers was me. My head was the center, my hair was the pedals, and my arms were leaves. My face looked terrified. The sun started going down and the sky turned dark. A huge man dressed exactly like an executioner came out of nowhere and swung at me with an ax. On the second of impact, another vision took over the one I was having.
This time I had transformed into a rock on a gravel road, watching cars and trucks go by, waiting for the first one to run me over. It was terrifying. Finally, I did get hit, and another vision took over that one. I went through a series of visions, all ending in what felt like death (I would detail them all out, but this report would be too long). The last, and one that still fucks with my head when I think about it (maybe due to emotional impact, I don't know) is one where I saw my spirit float through clouds, upwards toward "the light" as we've all heard of. Just before I reached the light, my spirit shot back downwards, creating a noise similar to sticking your head out of a moving car, through the clouds, through the earth's layers, to what seemed to be hell.
I don't remember too much after this. I'm not sure exactly when I fell asleep, but I do remember someone coming in the room pretty far into my trip, and trying to communicate with me. The room was almost unrecognizable due to the intense OEV's and warping of everything. I was sure my head was playing tricks on me, because I thought it was someone coming to check on me, but I couldn't tell who it was. In fact, they didn't really look human, and when they spoke, it wasn't english. Whoever I was seeing started looking more and more like a troll, and I remember trying to tell them to leave, because they were scaring me. Finally I just put a pillow over my head, and when I took it off they were gone.
I was told that nobody came in the room all night, after I asked around the following day. I was also told that there was one point during the night where everyone was chillin downstairs, and a couple people noticed me standing at the railing to the stairs, just staring forward. They said I stood there for a few seconds, then walked back to the room and laid back down. I don't remember leaving that room once I went in the first time, but everyone swore to it. There are bits and pieces that keep coming back to me, but it's difficult to bring back to memory. The next morning I cried, which is rare for me. I don't even know why either. I was lying down, reflecting on the whole trip, and my eyes started watering uncontrollably for about 10 minutes. I would include so much more, but I'm nodding off while typing, and a lot of it is really difficult to try to explain to people. All in all, the experience was far, far more than I bargained for. Not that it was bad, but I sure wouldn't consider doing it again for a while, if ever.
I'm keen to have a similar trip myself.
