raistlin_1
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- Mar 13, 2002
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Mushrooms...1st time...Schizophrenic Episode
This trip actually happened back in November, but I have only recently joined Bluelight. The time was 2:00 am on a Sunday morning in the dorms of university that shall remain nameless. There were many people around. Almost all of them were friends or people that I knew. There were probably close to 10 of my friends that were shrooming that night. I had never shroomed before, being a fan of cid myself. At the time however, LSD was a rare find, so I decided to be adventurous. In hindsight, I should have found out a little more about mushrooms before I did them, however, the true nature of hindsight is indeed 20/20. Because it was a spur of the moment situation, I decided to trust the experienced users to tell me how much I should eat for the first time. I ended up eating a little over a eighth of them. Big mistake. Should've eaten less. I must admit, the first two-three hours of the trip were very fun. I felt very light-hearted and giddy even. I had countless giggle fits. I recall walking over the convenience store to get something to drink and just geeking out at the clerk. I thought that he was probably used to wierd people coming in early in the morning. My visuals got very intense right between the second and third hours. Right around the start of the third hour, I started to black out spuratically. Then, not too long after that, I blacked out for 4-5 hours. I guess it wasn't a complete blackout, because I do recall bits and pieces of that period time. Once such recallection was of me running up and down the 10 story stairway of our dorm. That was really strange, considering I'm about a deuce and half, and not in that great of shape. I do recall some closed eye visuals which were mostly colors and geometric shapes. My friends remember much more of it than I do, and they described much of my blackout period as schizophrenic mumbling. I say schizophrenic, because I'm generally a gentle and caring person, but some of the accounts by my friends of my behavior were violent outbursts and incoherent and incomplete sentences (very abnormal for me). When I "woke up" I know now that I was still tripping, but I felt as if I was dreaming. I really thought at the time that I was living a very real dream. I remember falling and hitting my head pretty hard, but it really didn't affect me, and it didn't hurt at all. At that point, I was absolutely sure that I was dreaming, because if I hit my head so hard, then why didn't it hurt. At some point, I went to the bathroom to take a shower, but it was the wrong bathroom. I ended up seeing a floor-mate naked in the shower. That was the point where the campus pigs were called, but in the meantime, I put my bathrobe on and went for a walk. By the time I got back to my room, the cops were waiting for me. Shit, I still thought that I was dreaming when I was in jail. When I woke up and I was no longer tripping and I was still in jail, I realized at that point that I hadn't been dreaming earlier. I ended up getting a disorderly and some other bullshit that I'm now on probation for. I think that I will stick to acid from now on.
This trip actually happened back in November, but I have only recently joined Bluelight. The time was 2:00 am on a Sunday morning in the dorms of university that shall remain nameless. There were many people around. Almost all of them were friends or people that I knew. There were probably close to 10 of my friends that were shrooming that night. I had never shroomed before, being a fan of cid myself. At the time however, LSD was a rare find, so I decided to be adventurous. In hindsight, I should have found out a little more about mushrooms before I did them, however, the true nature of hindsight is indeed 20/20. Because it was a spur of the moment situation, I decided to trust the experienced users to tell me how much I should eat for the first time. I ended up eating a little over a eighth of them. Big mistake. Should've eaten less. I must admit, the first two-three hours of the trip were very fun. I felt very light-hearted and giddy even. I had countless giggle fits. I recall walking over the convenience store to get something to drink and just geeking out at the clerk. I thought that he was probably used to wierd people coming in early in the morning. My visuals got very intense right between the second and third hours. Right around the start of the third hour, I started to black out spuratically. Then, not too long after that, I blacked out for 4-5 hours. I guess it wasn't a complete blackout, because I do recall bits and pieces of that period time. Once such recallection was of me running up and down the 10 story stairway of our dorm. That was really strange, considering I'm about a deuce and half, and not in that great of shape. I do recall some closed eye visuals which were mostly colors and geometric shapes. My friends remember much more of it than I do, and they described much of my blackout period as schizophrenic mumbling. I say schizophrenic, because I'm generally a gentle and caring person, but some of the accounts by my friends of my behavior were violent outbursts and incoherent and incomplete sentences (very abnormal for me). When I "woke up" I know now that I was still tripping, but I felt as if I was dreaming. I really thought at the time that I was living a very real dream. I remember falling and hitting my head pretty hard, but it really didn't affect me, and it didn't hurt at all. At that point, I was absolutely sure that I was dreaming, because if I hit my head so hard, then why didn't it hurt. At some point, I went to the bathroom to take a shower, but it was the wrong bathroom. I ended up seeing a floor-mate naked in the shower. That was the point where the campus pigs were called, but in the meantime, I put my bathrobe on and went for a walk. By the time I got back to my room, the cops were waiting for me. Shit, I still thought that I was dreaming when I was in jail. When I woke up and I was no longer tripping and I was still in jail, I realized at that point that I hadn't been dreaming earlier. I ended up getting a disorderly and some other bullshit that I'm now on probation for. I think that I will stick to acid from now on.
