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1st trip on shrooms - - - - - - -
Ok, well this happened back over the summer, in early June, and read this forum occasionaly and always wanted to post my 1st shroom experience...so here goes.
I had just finished up my open house (high school graduation) and was heading over to my friends for his big party he was gonna have that night. Got over there about 8pm. I had bought an 1/8 of shrooms, i've seen another 8th b4, and mine looked to be bigger. It had about 4 decent sized stems in it, about 3-4 inches long each, and some large caps.
At his house, he was off of a secondary road, almost in town, but not quite town setting. His driveway was level, and about 100yds long, with trees lining both sides as you drove down. His parents and their friends (relatives too, etc) were there, and they had a few kegs. His parents are cool about kids drinking as long as all the keys get collected etc. So it was close to dusk, and I went in his bathroom, and mowed down the stems and took it back with some Mt. Dew. I got them all down easily, and thought to myself that they didn't taste that bad at all to me. I came back out, it was close to 9pm now, and night was slowly settling in. A few minutes later, I made myself a penutt butter sandwich, sprinkled the shake and the caps onto it, and ate it. I didn't taste too bad getting those down either. And so the night began....
Now, the impression I have gotten off reading some bluelight msgs, and hearing my friends talk about, was that shrooms were a mild trip. (Keep in my this WAS MY FIRST TRIP) I was expecting maybe some color hazing, and maybe see a few things out of the ordinary, boy was I wrong.
His garage opened up at the end of his driveway, and it was connected to his house. On the right of the house there were some more trees, and an old rusted out car facing towards a field of weeds, kind of seperated from the side of the house by trees. In the back of the right side of the house my friends had set up a bombfire. Parents were in the garage drinking, and so was everyone else. I was the only one there who took anything.
About 20minutes went by, watching the fire, I remebered my friends talking about tracers, etc, and I too started noticing them. (This was all on an empty stomach as well). Another 20minutes went by (40min into it) and I was seeing lots of tracers, and thats when my problems started.
First off, I would try to talk to someone, and explaining something, but I would immidiately stop talking because I kept getting this weird feeling that I was talking for hours, and talking to much, so I would just shutup. It was weird, this continued on for another hour, but during that, the trip started to set in.
By now it was dark , about 10pm, and I was walking up and down his driveway. It was dark and shawdowy, but the moon gave out enuff light to see the grass, and nearby lights too. I could see little critters crawling everywhere, but at this time I was not scared at all. I was completely controlled. I sat on the ground and watched it all happening, nothing major, just like little critters crawling on the dark grass. I called my friend on my cell phone, cause I wanted to say whats up and for some reason I was in the mood to talk to someone. Talked to him for 2minutes, just seen waht he was doing for the night, if he was gonna come over etc.
By this time it was pretty cool. I went back up to the house, by the garage where m friends were. I had begun to get a stomach ache, and I knew it was the shrooms, even though the taste didn't bother me. My friend who had tripped before said if I felt like I had to puke, then just to let it out cause I'll trip a lot harder if I do. I continuously went off into the darkness and got on the ground and tried throwing up....nothing. So I got back up, and started talking to them again. By now the same thing kept happening. I felt lke when I was talking to someone, that I was just blabbing on, talking for hours, blah blah blah, even though I was talking to them normally.
Finally, me and my friend John went over, to where the rusted old car was, and we chilled on the back of it just fucknig me blabbig on. I was mildly tripping now, or so I thought. We faced the field and there were tree's about, looking darker and more..sinister like. Lightning bugs were flashing about. I looked up into the night sky, clear, dark sky, and saw the stars. For some ackward reason, I glanced up and saw and outline of a deer in the starts. I looked back down, and talked to John some more. Again feeling like I was just blabbing on, thats one reason me and him got away from the party and went to go chill and shit cause I was starting to act a little strange and didn't want the parents and adults to know what was going on.
Suddenly, with every flash of lightning bugs, a large, flashing light emerged over the sky. This happened for about 15minutes, as I sat watching them. *Blink* and a wave of light flashed over the sky. Well it turns out there was a storm on the horizon, quite far away, and the lightning from far away streched well across the sky. I then was tripping pretty hard and my eyes were rapidly moving back and forth and making a blurry picture. Suddenely, out of no where, I bent over and started puking. Right at that EXACT moment, it started pouring. Just moments earlier it was clear out, and without any sprinkle of rain, it just began pouring.
At this moment my eyes were all watery from puking, and I couldn't see well. Well, when I puked, it totally made me peak. Some of my friends came over (they knew it was my 1st time tripping, and most of them had'nt tripped on shrooms before). They helped me and took me into the garage (it was pouring rain, so everybody started to head inside.) As I really started to trip, I noticed more things, like wood, rotted wood, the shrooms made the wood look so much, just, nature like. Unexplainable. So I went in the house, and directely ran into the bathroom, but calmly, so If I puked again, it wouldn't be in the house.
Locked myself in the bathroom, peaking my balls off. The whole back of his bathroom was a giant floor to ceiling mirror. His mom also had these little shell like chimes (made of of shells from the beach).
I still could barely see, eyes watering from puking, and peaking so hard I couldn't even see striaght. I dug my head in the toilet, just in case I was going to puke again. Meanwhile, my friends (about 12 people) were inside, drinking, whatever and just sitting outside of the bathroom door i was in, by the living room.
I'm locked in the bathroom, and starring into the toilet. Peaking so extremely hard I did not know what to do. The biggest rush i've ever felt in my life. My eyes were moving so rapidly. Suddenely, I hear my friend John and some other kid talking. Slowly the words came out of his mouth, (outside the door) and it was the only thing my brain focused on. He was telling a hunting story...
"...yeah we were out in a field, and came across this deer. It was just lying there on the ground, 1/2 dead..."
I tuned in even more closely to his story he was telling...
I don't exactely remember the rest, but he mentioned "...stabbing it with a knife...blood everywhere..." etc, I'm not sure exactely, but those words stuck out in my mind.
Suddenly, looking down at the toilet bowl, I see blood, oozing down in the bowl (where fresh water normally runs down) Ever so slowly it poured itself into the bowl and began to fill up. Meanwhile John was continueing his story. I wasn't nessecarily freaked out by this, but I had never peaked like this in my life. Finally I got up, and opened the door, and called Cidney in. (She was the kid who was having the open house's boyfriend) she was pretty sober and I told her I just needed someoen to talk to. So we sit on teh floor, me right next to the toilet. I keep repeating "this is a bad trip, im having a bad trip" over and over again. She's trying to calm me down, meanwhile visuals are just everywhere, the wallpaper of flowers is just growing out and the mirror, was just incredible. It was like I was photoshopping an image, right in front of me. It reflected my image back at me, with slight ripples, as if I was looking at my reflection in a pond or lake. Finally another kid comes in, and he's rolling, and he sold some pills to like 4 other people there. So they come in, and he's rolling and I started taking on rolling characteristics,,,I could feel what it was like to roll, and it seemed like I was rolling right there, without all the hyper actions. I don't know how long I was in that bathroom, but it seemed like forever. (Shrooms really slow time down).
Finally I come out, and all I could feel was this deep, dark, pit in the bottom of my stomach, deep back. Everytime I thought / realized that there was a pit feeling in my stomach, I felt bad. I just suddently went into a black cave and everything got bad. I sat on the steps leading to his basement, and his dalmation dog came up to me. Every black spot on him looked like an eye, only the eye of very dialated pupils. I had a short conversation with him, and I also had a tall house fan right in front of my face. That was blowing on me, and I talked to the fan abit, I'm not sure what about but I was peaking and plurred out so bad I was just mumbling. Mumbling Mumbling Mumbling...blah blah...I got up and sat on the leather couch, and looked up to see a poster he had with shrooms on it. I now finally see the truth with those posters. It was totally alive, it had depth, total depth, and it went on for days. Like a hole in the wall, I was looking at this poster / blanket like cloth thing with shrooms on it, on his wall, and everything was twirling and moving on it.
Finally I somehow got outside, where it had stopped raining and it was so beautiful out. We all sat in the garage at the tables. I kept hearing drunk people say "I think im getting sick" and everytime I would hear this, I would get sucked away into a black, deep, dark space. Totally confined from the rest of the group. I kept having this happen to me, and I couldn't talk to anyone about it. I felt like I had no control over anything. I went outside to take a leak, and the colors coming, shining on the soakened ground were incredible. Light red / orangish hazing shone on the ground, into a puddle. The ground (cement) textures leading to the garage were simply amazing. I kept coming back to a certain tree to piss. And everytime the branches just stuck out at me, and seemed to move slightly. I brought a chair out and chilled outsied for a while, slowly getting ahold of myself.
I kept going to these deep dark solitude places every time I heard someone say something bad. I couldn't help it, it was like I was experienceing everything that everyone else really was. I felt like I was rolling, high, everything. Outside was so beautiful, the dark, yet friendly shadows appeared on the ground from the lamps on his house. The colors shone on the ground, and in puddles. It had stopped raining, and was in that "aftermath" process, where everything is damp, and it feels so good out. Felt so fresh, so clean, and so friendly. This one girl, that is by far one of the msot beatiful girls I have ever come across, was talking to me for a while. She seemed just so perfect. She had a boyfriend and I had no real intentions of trying anything with her, she was a friend, and was helping to calm me down. She looked so perfect, I couldn't stop looking at her shoes, and clothing. It was so perfect that it looked like she was a cartoon that someone had drawn, with all perfect edges. We go back into the garage, and I take a seat in the corner. Tripping so hard still that i'm mumbling to myself nonsese. I pull out a pen from my pocket and start writing on my pants. I wrote down what I thought people were thinking, and then for some reason started doing calculus on my pants. I felt like when I was tripping, that I was rolling too.
Slowly the trip faded out, and I came out of it. I stayed up until about 5am that night, and just sat outside. Once I was about completely down, I took a chair and just sat outside starring at the tress and bushes. I ate a few apples, which tastes so good. Everytime when I was tripping, that I thought / realized that the 'pit' feeling in my stomach was stil there, things just went black and got dark. I tried eating bread, but couldn't swallow it, but now that I was down I ate quite a few apples. They tasted very delicous. We went out to my friends car, and smoked a nice bowl and agreed to go inside. Everyone who was rolling was now down, and we went inside to go to bed. I was afraid as hell when I went inside that I was gonna scare myself in the dark, even though my trip was over. I curled up, closed my eyes, and no visuals appeared. Withing about 10minutes I fell asleep, and woke up the next day with no problems.
My friends told me that night after I was down that an 1/8 was a lot, and that the ones who had tripped, had only taken 1/2 of an 8th in the past, and wouldn't even take a full 8th.
- The things that I didn't know, and that someone who hasn't tripped yet should know, is....
1) Shrooms give off lots of visuals. I had thought that I was only going to get mild color hazing / tracers etc. but boy was I wrong. If I would have known that shrooms give you a full trip effect, I probably would have better controled myself, and wouldn't have been so surprised when I peaked.
2) Mind Set - This is by far THEE most imporant thing when tripping. I learned that you have to have a GREAT mind set to have a good trip. While I was talking to my friend in teh bathroom, I kept saying "Im having a bad trip, Im having a bad trip" and repeating it, and every time i said it, it got worse. You have to force yourself to think good things, and good things will come in the trip.
Basically it was a great trip, and i'm currently planning on tripping again before winter. This time it will def. be in the daytime, and around wooded areas. I was very impressed by shrooms, and I had never tripped before in my life. (acid or shrooms).
That concludes this looong trip report, my 1st and so far only trip. It would have been even better if I had the correct mindset, and next time I plan on only taking 1/2 of an 8th. I took a full 1/8 my 1st time and it literally blew me away. My friend who is a normal tripper said these were some of the best shrooms he had ever come across as well.
-------Mike
Ok, well this happened back over the summer, in early June, and read this forum occasionaly and always wanted to post my 1st shroom experience...so here goes.
I had just finished up my open house (high school graduation) and was heading over to my friends for his big party he was gonna have that night. Got over there about 8pm. I had bought an 1/8 of shrooms, i've seen another 8th b4, and mine looked to be bigger. It had about 4 decent sized stems in it, about 3-4 inches long each, and some large caps.
At his house, he was off of a secondary road, almost in town, but not quite town setting. His driveway was level, and about 100yds long, with trees lining both sides as you drove down. His parents and their friends (relatives too, etc) were there, and they had a few kegs. His parents are cool about kids drinking as long as all the keys get collected etc. So it was close to dusk, and I went in his bathroom, and mowed down the stems and took it back with some Mt. Dew. I got them all down easily, and thought to myself that they didn't taste that bad at all to me. I came back out, it was close to 9pm now, and night was slowly settling in. A few minutes later, I made myself a penutt butter sandwich, sprinkled the shake and the caps onto it, and ate it. I didn't taste too bad getting those down either. And so the night began....
Now, the impression I have gotten off reading some bluelight msgs, and hearing my friends talk about, was that shrooms were a mild trip. (Keep in my this WAS MY FIRST TRIP) I was expecting maybe some color hazing, and maybe see a few things out of the ordinary, boy was I wrong.
His garage opened up at the end of his driveway, and it was connected to his house. On the right of the house there were some more trees, and an old rusted out car facing towards a field of weeds, kind of seperated from the side of the house by trees. In the back of the right side of the house my friends had set up a bombfire. Parents were in the garage drinking, and so was everyone else. I was the only one there who took anything.
About 20minutes went by, watching the fire, I remebered my friends talking about tracers, etc, and I too started noticing them. (This was all on an empty stomach as well). Another 20minutes went by (40min into it) and I was seeing lots of tracers, and thats when my problems started.
First off, I would try to talk to someone, and explaining something, but I would immidiately stop talking because I kept getting this weird feeling that I was talking for hours, and talking to much, so I would just shutup. It was weird, this continued on for another hour, but during that, the trip started to set in.
By now it was dark , about 10pm, and I was walking up and down his driveway. It was dark and shawdowy, but the moon gave out enuff light to see the grass, and nearby lights too. I could see little critters crawling everywhere, but at this time I was not scared at all. I was completely controlled. I sat on the ground and watched it all happening, nothing major, just like little critters crawling on the dark grass. I called my friend on my cell phone, cause I wanted to say whats up and for some reason I was in the mood to talk to someone. Talked to him for 2minutes, just seen waht he was doing for the night, if he was gonna come over etc.
By this time it was pretty cool. I went back up to the house, by the garage where m friends were. I had begun to get a stomach ache, and I knew it was the shrooms, even though the taste didn't bother me. My friend who had tripped before said if I felt like I had to puke, then just to let it out cause I'll trip a lot harder if I do. I continuously went off into the darkness and got on the ground and tried throwing up....nothing. So I got back up, and started talking to them again. By now the same thing kept happening. I felt lke when I was talking to someone, that I was just blabbing on, talking for hours, blah blah blah, even though I was talking to them normally.
Finally, me and my friend John went over, to where the rusted old car was, and we chilled on the back of it just fucknig me blabbig on. I was mildly tripping now, or so I thought. We faced the field and there were tree's about, looking darker and more..sinister like. Lightning bugs were flashing about. I looked up into the night sky, clear, dark sky, and saw the stars. For some ackward reason, I glanced up and saw and outline of a deer in the starts. I looked back down, and talked to John some more. Again feeling like I was just blabbing on, thats one reason me and him got away from the party and went to go chill and shit cause I was starting to act a little strange and didn't want the parents and adults to know what was going on.
Suddenly, with every flash of lightning bugs, a large, flashing light emerged over the sky. This happened for about 15minutes, as I sat watching them. *Blink* and a wave of light flashed over the sky. Well it turns out there was a storm on the horizon, quite far away, and the lightning from far away streched well across the sky. I then was tripping pretty hard and my eyes were rapidly moving back and forth and making a blurry picture. Suddenely, out of no where, I bent over and started puking. Right at that EXACT moment, it started pouring. Just moments earlier it was clear out, and without any sprinkle of rain, it just began pouring.
At this moment my eyes were all watery from puking, and I couldn't see well. Well, when I puked, it totally made me peak. Some of my friends came over (they knew it was my 1st time tripping, and most of them had'nt tripped on shrooms before). They helped me and took me into the garage (it was pouring rain, so everybody started to head inside.) As I really started to trip, I noticed more things, like wood, rotted wood, the shrooms made the wood look so much, just, nature like. Unexplainable. So I went in the house, and directely ran into the bathroom, but calmly, so If I puked again, it wouldn't be in the house.
Locked myself in the bathroom, peaking my balls off. The whole back of his bathroom was a giant floor to ceiling mirror. His mom also had these little shell like chimes (made of of shells from the beach).
I still could barely see, eyes watering from puking, and peaking so hard I couldn't even see striaght. I dug my head in the toilet, just in case I was going to puke again. Meanwhile, my friends (about 12 people) were inside, drinking, whatever and just sitting outside of the bathroom door i was in, by the living room.
I'm locked in the bathroom, and starring into the toilet. Peaking so extremely hard I did not know what to do. The biggest rush i've ever felt in my life. My eyes were moving so rapidly. Suddenely, I hear my friend John and some other kid talking. Slowly the words came out of his mouth, (outside the door) and it was the only thing my brain focused on. He was telling a hunting story...
"...yeah we were out in a field, and came across this deer. It was just lying there on the ground, 1/2 dead..."
I tuned in even more closely to his story he was telling...
I don't exactely remember the rest, but he mentioned "...stabbing it with a knife...blood everywhere..." etc, I'm not sure exactely, but those words stuck out in my mind.
Suddenly, looking down at the toilet bowl, I see blood, oozing down in the bowl (where fresh water normally runs down) Ever so slowly it poured itself into the bowl and began to fill up. Meanwhile John was continueing his story. I wasn't nessecarily freaked out by this, but I had never peaked like this in my life. Finally I got up, and opened the door, and called Cidney in. (She was the kid who was having the open house's boyfriend) she was pretty sober and I told her I just needed someoen to talk to. So we sit on teh floor, me right next to the toilet. I keep repeating "this is a bad trip, im having a bad trip" over and over again. She's trying to calm me down, meanwhile visuals are just everywhere, the wallpaper of flowers is just growing out and the mirror, was just incredible. It was like I was photoshopping an image, right in front of me. It reflected my image back at me, with slight ripples, as if I was looking at my reflection in a pond or lake. Finally another kid comes in, and he's rolling, and he sold some pills to like 4 other people there. So they come in, and he's rolling and I started taking on rolling characteristics,,,I could feel what it was like to roll, and it seemed like I was rolling right there, without all the hyper actions. I don't know how long I was in that bathroom, but it seemed like forever. (Shrooms really slow time down).
Finally I come out, and all I could feel was this deep, dark, pit in the bottom of my stomach, deep back. Everytime I thought / realized that there was a pit feeling in my stomach, I felt bad. I just suddently went into a black cave and everything got bad. I sat on the steps leading to his basement, and his dalmation dog came up to me. Every black spot on him looked like an eye, only the eye of very dialated pupils. I had a short conversation with him, and I also had a tall house fan right in front of my face. That was blowing on me, and I talked to the fan abit, I'm not sure what about but I was peaking and plurred out so bad I was just mumbling. Mumbling Mumbling Mumbling...blah blah...I got up and sat on the leather couch, and looked up to see a poster he had with shrooms on it. I now finally see the truth with those posters. It was totally alive, it had depth, total depth, and it went on for days. Like a hole in the wall, I was looking at this poster / blanket like cloth thing with shrooms on it, on his wall, and everything was twirling and moving on it.
Finally I somehow got outside, where it had stopped raining and it was so beautiful out. We all sat in the garage at the tables. I kept hearing drunk people say "I think im getting sick" and everytime I would hear this, I would get sucked away into a black, deep, dark space. Totally confined from the rest of the group. I kept having this happen to me, and I couldn't talk to anyone about it. I felt like I had no control over anything. I went outside to take a leak, and the colors coming, shining on the soakened ground were incredible. Light red / orangish hazing shone on the ground, into a puddle. The ground (cement) textures leading to the garage were simply amazing. I kept coming back to a certain tree to piss. And everytime the branches just stuck out at me, and seemed to move slightly. I brought a chair out and chilled outsied for a while, slowly getting ahold of myself.
I kept going to these deep dark solitude places every time I heard someone say something bad. I couldn't help it, it was like I was experienceing everything that everyone else really was. I felt like I was rolling, high, everything. Outside was so beautiful, the dark, yet friendly shadows appeared on the ground from the lamps on his house. The colors shone on the ground, and in puddles. It had stopped raining, and was in that "aftermath" process, where everything is damp, and it feels so good out. Felt so fresh, so clean, and so friendly. This one girl, that is by far one of the msot beatiful girls I have ever come across, was talking to me for a while. She seemed just so perfect. She had a boyfriend and I had no real intentions of trying anything with her, she was a friend, and was helping to calm me down. She looked so perfect, I couldn't stop looking at her shoes, and clothing. It was so perfect that it looked like she was a cartoon that someone had drawn, with all perfect edges. We go back into the garage, and I take a seat in the corner. Tripping so hard still that i'm mumbling to myself nonsese. I pull out a pen from my pocket and start writing on my pants. I wrote down what I thought people were thinking, and then for some reason started doing calculus on my pants. I felt like when I was tripping, that I was rolling too.
Slowly the trip faded out, and I came out of it. I stayed up until about 5am that night, and just sat outside. Once I was about completely down, I took a chair and just sat outside starring at the tress and bushes. I ate a few apples, which tastes so good. Everytime when I was tripping, that I thought / realized that the 'pit' feeling in my stomach was stil there, things just went black and got dark. I tried eating bread, but couldn't swallow it, but now that I was down I ate quite a few apples. They tasted very delicous. We went out to my friends car, and smoked a nice bowl and agreed to go inside. Everyone who was rolling was now down, and we went inside to go to bed. I was afraid as hell when I went inside that I was gonna scare myself in the dark, even though my trip was over. I curled up, closed my eyes, and no visuals appeared. Withing about 10minutes I fell asleep, and woke up the next day with no problems.
My friends told me that night after I was down that an 1/8 was a lot, and that the ones who had tripped, had only taken 1/2 of an 8th in the past, and wouldn't even take a full 8th.
- The things that I didn't know, and that someone who hasn't tripped yet should know, is....
1) Shrooms give off lots of visuals. I had thought that I was only going to get mild color hazing / tracers etc. but boy was I wrong. If I would have known that shrooms give you a full trip effect, I probably would have better controled myself, and wouldn't have been so surprised when I peaked.
2) Mind Set - This is by far THEE most imporant thing when tripping. I learned that you have to have a GREAT mind set to have a good trip. While I was talking to my friend in teh bathroom, I kept saying "Im having a bad trip, Im having a bad trip" and repeating it, and every time i said it, it got worse. You have to force yourself to think good things, and good things will come in the trip.
Basically it was a great trip, and i'm currently planning on tripping again before winter. This time it will def. be in the daytime, and around wooded areas. I was very impressed by shrooms, and I had never tripped before in my life. (acid or shrooms).
That concludes this looong trip report, my 1st and so far only trip. It would have been even better if I had the correct mindset, and next time I plan on only taking 1/2 of an 8th. I took a full 1/8 my 1st time and it literally blew me away. My friend who is a normal tripper said these were some of the best shrooms he had ever come across as well.
-------Mike
