So, about a week ago I took a trip. I got 15 grams of fresh mushrooms. I was pretty excited because I had never tripped before but I've sort of wanted to since I was small and read a book about acid. So, I was on vacation staying overseas with my relatives. I ate them at about 9 or 10 pm and they were pretty nasty. I went and took a long shower so I wouldn't be just sitting there waiting for them to start working. When I got out of the shower I could tell something was sort of different, but nothing specific or anything. I went and got dressed, taking my time. The first weird thing I noticed was when I was looking for some socks. I was going through my bag and one of the pairs of socks seemed somehow wrong, like it was plotting against me. I can't really explain how. But I knew right away it was just in my head and it was thought really funny. I kept thinking silly stuff like that for a while and decided to go to bed. Not to sleep or anything but to sit there with the light out and listen to music. I had noticed the silence ringing in my ears. I ended up listening to the Dark Side of the Moon, after much deliberation.
So I laid there thinking silly thoughts that I can't remember. The cieling to this room is really nice, it's a 17th century house, and the sides of the cieling on 3 sides slope up for a few feet, like in an attic, and the middle is flat-ish but uneven and there's a window high up that some light comes in. So I was looking at the ceiling and saw these designs on it of animal shapes and squiggles with crosshatching. The next day I went to the museum and this really resembled a style of greek art called greek geometric. Here's a link to a vase or something http://employees.oneonta.edu/farber...ges/greek_archaic_classical/vase/dip_krat.jpg The animals were cute shaped and looked nothing like those, but it had the same sense of space and the grids. It wasn't like I really saw it, more like a fancy or something. I thought of a pixel girraffe that turned into a pyramid-shaped one. This whole time I was thinking that this is so lovely, that it was a gift. I was so happy. I kept thinking happy thoughts to the guy I got them from. He was very nice. I saw the black sky in my room with pink, yellow, and blue pastel stars. Beautiful. I watched the ceiling because it was just so beautiful. I got hot so I had to take off my hoodie and it was very difficult to manage, with the walkman. Somehow I accidently turned it off and it was so hard to make it start again because the cd player looked so weird and oddly cute and personified.
Then things started getting weirder, but definately not bad. Much harder to describe. I realized that I was no longer thinking in words and couldn't if I tried, but it wasn't scary at all. I was just so full of happiness. I sort of forgot who I was, like my name and even that I was a person. There aren't words to describe it really. For a bit I was thinking that I was a pink fog with shapes, like flowers and spirals, suspended in it that filled the room. I actually thought about the internet a lot which is weird. Because I was thinking of it as a place someone goes and then thought 'Oh, wait, it's in a computer' and became utterly confused on how you got to it. Because I was thinking of it like another world. I didn't believe in it. Really weird. I scratched my stomach and my fingertips and the part of skin they were touching was the only part of my body that existed. I thought about my family and realized I didn't have one (I do have a family). I was still so blissfull and full of wonder.
Then I thought about my family some more. I thought of their faces but couldn't remeber thier names and the faces meant nothing. I had no memories. Except one. This is a very weird memory to have as the only one because it's not significant at all and I thought I had forgotten it. It was of me as a little child, about 3 or 4. I was opening the door to this short cabinet thing that my Granddaddy used as an end table and taking out these ornate gilded chrismas cards of the 3 wisemen. My Granddaddy died when I was 8.
But then I got just stuck on the fact I didn't know who I was and I had no family. It was the lonliest I've ever been. My thoughts kept repeating opn that line of though and I was thinking the same things over and over. I couldn't remember that I had taken a drug. I got caught in the blanket and couldn't get out. I started pinching myself to try to snap out of it. I eventually did, and remebering my name, I spelled it over and over to myself.
I took a sip of the water I had left by the bed and it was nice and then casually poured the rest of it on the bed.I laid back down and watched my hand in front of my face. It was very cool. Parts of it shrunk and the background was like when you look at a tv screen up close. But I knew it wasn't real. A bit later I realized I had poured water on myself and that I had to pee really bad. I took off my clothes and put on the hoodie and went to the bathroom. I wasn't back to normal yet as I was very indecisive about changing and paced the room a lot. Walking down the stairs was hard because they're very narrow and hard to walk down in the dark. After I took care of that I put on some pants and slept downstairs on the couch because the bed was very damp and the room held bad thoughts. I was still thinking silly thoughts as I went to sleep, like that this was the room my aunt and uncle practice their martial arts in (it's not and I'd be suprised if they knew any type of martial arts).
Overall, I loved it. One of the best parts was lying there wondering what the hell was happening to me only to realize that it was me breathing. Then I had the idea that I was breathing in diamonds (that doesn't sound all that profound or great, but it was, and the feeling of wonder and joy that came with it, god). I think the reason I freaked the fuck out was that I had to pee when I didn't even know who I was. I had drank 2 or 3 glasses of water when I was eating the mushrooms. The good was worth the bad, even though my bed had a glass of water in it for days. I think I either had way too much or I'm just sensitive to them because when my friends were telling me what tripping is like they said that it was like being really confused and weird stuff happens but you're happy about it. I don't know. But I'll try this again, just not by myself. Damn, this is long.
So I laid there thinking silly thoughts that I can't remember. The cieling to this room is really nice, it's a 17th century house, and the sides of the cieling on 3 sides slope up for a few feet, like in an attic, and the middle is flat-ish but uneven and there's a window high up that some light comes in. So I was looking at the ceiling and saw these designs on it of animal shapes and squiggles with crosshatching. The next day I went to the museum and this really resembled a style of greek art called greek geometric. Here's a link to a vase or something http://employees.oneonta.edu/farber...ges/greek_archaic_classical/vase/dip_krat.jpg The animals were cute shaped and looked nothing like those, but it had the same sense of space and the grids. It wasn't like I really saw it, more like a fancy or something. I thought of a pixel girraffe that turned into a pyramid-shaped one. This whole time I was thinking that this is so lovely, that it was a gift. I was so happy. I kept thinking happy thoughts to the guy I got them from. He was very nice. I saw the black sky in my room with pink, yellow, and blue pastel stars. Beautiful. I watched the ceiling because it was just so beautiful. I got hot so I had to take off my hoodie and it was very difficult to manage, with the walkman. Somehow I accidently turned it off and it was so hard to make it start again because the cd player looked so weird and oddly cute and personified.
Then things started getting weirder, but definately not bad. Much harder to describe. I realized that I was no longer thinking in words and couldn't if I tried, but it wasn't scary at all. I was just so full of happiness. I sort of forgot who I was, like my name and even that I was a person. There aren't words to describe it really. For a bit I was thinking that I was a pink fog with shapes, like flowers and spirals, suspended in it that filled the room. I actually thought about the internet a lot which is weird. Because I was thinking of it as a place someone goes and then thought 'Oh, wait, it's in a computer' and became utterly confused on how you got to it. Because I was thinking of it like another world. I didn't believe in it. Really weird. I scratched my stomach and my fingertips and the part of skin they were touching was the only part of my body that existed. I thought about my family and realized I didn't have one (I do have a family). I was still so blissfull and full of wonder.
Then I thought about my family some more. I thought of their faces but couldn't remeber thier names and the faces meant nothing. I had no memories. Except one. This is a very weird memory to have as the only one because it's not significant at all and I thought I had forgotten it. It was of me as a little child, about 3 or 4. I was opening the door to this short cabinet thing that my Granddaddy used as an end table and taking out these ornate gilded chrismas cards of the 3 wisemen. My Granddaddy died when I was 8.
But then I got just stuck on the fact I didn't know who I was and I had no family. It was the lonliest I've ever been. My thoughts kept repeating opn that line of though and I was thinking the same things over and over. I couldn't remember that I had taken a drug. I got caught in the blanket and couldn't get out. I started pinching myself to try to snap out of it. I eventually did, and remebering my name, I spelled it over and over to myself.
I took a sip of the water I had left by the bed and it was nice and then casually poured the rest of it on the bed.I laid back down and watched my hand in front of my face. It was very cool. Parts of it shrunk and the background was like when you look at a tv screen up close. But I knew it wasn't real. A bit later I realized I had poured water on myself and that I had to pee really bad. I took off my clothes and put on the hoodie and went to the bathroom. I wasn't back to normal yet as I was very indecisive about changing and paced the room a lot. Walking down the stairs was hard because they're very narrow and hard to walk down in the dark. After I took care of that I put on some pants and slept downstairs on the couch because the bed was very damp and the room held bad thoughts. I was still thinking silly thoughts as I went to sleep, like that this was the room my aunt and uncle practice their martial arts in (it's not and I'd be suprised if they knew any type of martial arts).
Overall, I loved it. One of the best parts was lying there wondering what the hell was happening to me only to realize that it was me breathing. Then I had the idea that I was breathing in diamonds (that doesn't sound all that profound or great, but it was, and the feeling of wonder and joy that came with it, god). I think the reason I freaked the fuck out was that I had to pee when I didn't even know who I was. I had drank 2 or 3 glasses of water when I was eating the mushrooms. The good was worth the bad, even though my bed had a glass of water in it for days. I think I either had way too much or I'm just sensitive to them because when my friends were telling me what tripping is like they said that it was like being really confused and weird stuff happens but you're happy about it. I don't know. But I'll try this again, just not by myself. Damn, this is long.
